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SFW Alphabet - Mammon

I really wanted to write one for Mammon, but I was stuck on a few letters until just now lol.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first, his tsundere-self won’t let him show much affection towards you. However, as your relationship develops, you begin finding random trinkets and things around your room and in your pockets. These all come from him, who just randomly buy you things he thinks you might enjoy. The second you show interest in anything, even slightly, it’s yours. Eventually, he’ll open up a bit more and start showing more verbal and physically affection, but gift giving is his main love language.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You are constantly getting dragged into every single thing he does. He has a new scheme, you’ll be his partner-in-crime. Lucifer is planning on punishing him again, You’ll be right next to him getting punished as well. he’ll also bring you with him when he gambles or goes clubbing. You can either choose to keep him out of trouble, or encourage his wild behavior cause he’d listen to you regardless.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He is an absolute slut for cuddles. Will he get embarrassed at the close proximity? Yes. Will he act like a typical tsundere because of it? Yes. Will he still love it regardless, and make sure you know he loves it? Yes. His ideal position would be you two facing each other, wrapped up in each others embrace. He loves it when you pat his head cause it makes him feel appreciated and loved. He’ll also lay his head on your chest and just listen to your heartbeat.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He knew he wanted to settle down with you pretty much the second he realized his feelings. While he isn’t very good at household chores, he’ll try his best just for you. After all, you’re his human, and he would never make you do all of the work yourself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be the type to dwell on it for a while and make sure it’s actually what he wants. Usually, he would sit down with them and try and talk about it. From there, it will either be perfectly civil and no one gets too hurt, or it ends in a giant fight including yelling, throwing things, and even physical violence at some points. It all depends on the person and what their relationship was like.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He wants to get married to you as soon as possible. As the Avatar of Greed, he wants you all to himself, and what better way to claim you than by marrying you. If you are a bit more hesitant to the idea, he’ll wait for as long as you want, but he hopes that you’ll want to at some point.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is probably the most gentle out of all of the brothers. He’s your first man, and he promised to protect you from anything that could cause you harm. He knows that, as a demon, he could also be the one to cause you harm, even if accidentally. This is why he treats you like the most valuable treasure in all of the three worlds. Literally, it almost becomes a problem at some points because he will not let you do anything he deems remotely dangerous. If he could, he would just simply lock you up in his room forever to just keep you safe (not in a yandere way or anything, he just can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt cause he wasn’t there for you).

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are one of his favorite forms of affection. He’s especially into the idea of hugging you in public since it lets others know who you belong to. His hugs are very possessive, but they feel really nice. If he’s had a particularly bad day, he’ll come into your room and just sit there and hug you for hours. Please give him soft, loving words and pet his head. It will make him feel so loved and happy in that moment.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

In all honesty, the first time he says it will probably by a total accident. It would just slip out in the middle of a conversation one day. Chances are, you two aren’t even dating when he first says it. He’d get all flustered and try to pretend like he didn’t say it, but you know he’s clearly lying. After flailing about for a while, he’d calm down and mutter something about how he hopes you feel the same way.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He could rival Levi for the title of Avatar of Envy. Maybe it’s a side-effect of his greed, but he will get super jealous the second anyone goes near you. WHen he’s jealous, it’s very obvious. Most of the time, he’ll just come up behind you and hug you/kiss you just to show that you’re his. And, depending on the person, he might just drag you away from them entirely. Afterwards, he’ll be super pouty and demands you give him attention to make up for it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are usually very excited and passionate. Basically, he wants to show you how much he loves you through his kisses since he has a hard time actually saying what he feels. His favorite place to kiss you is on your cheek. He just thinks it’s cute. He likes being kissed on his forehead or on the top of his head. It just gives him some comfort.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’ll claim that he hates children, but everyone knows that’s a lie. In reality, he really likes kids. He thinks they’re cute. However, kids don’t like him all that much, which is why he’s so bad with them. They never listen to him, and he does not know how to control them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You’ll usually be waking up first, and you’ll also be waking him up. He is a child who will beg for five more minutes, but don’t give in cause then he’ll never get up. Most likely, you’ll have to drag him out of bed and offer some kind of reward for him. On the days you two can sleep in, he’ll try and keep you there for as long as possible. You two have nothing to do? He’ll somehow convince you to just stay in bed with him all morning.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are a bit of a wildcard for him. Sometimes he’ll be out late gambling or getting punished by Lucifer, and you’ll obviously be there with him. On nights when he’s not doing anything, you two will be in his room or yours just laying in bed. Maybe you’ll watch a movie, maybe you’ll just sit and talk, who knows? It usually ends with him falling asleep first and you following shortly after.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s accidentally open pretty early on. He doesn’t mean to open up as quickly or easily as he does, but he can’t help it. Being with you just makes it so easy for him to relax, and then he’s suddenly spilling his whole life story.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has so much patience, especially with you. It does not matter what you’re doing, he will sit there and wait forever. The only time he isn’t patient is when money is involved or someone is threatening you. In these cases, he snaps quicker than even Lucifer or Satan.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He pretends to remember nothing, but he actually has a great memory. He’ll remember literally every detail you tell him. His tsundere attitude gets in the way of him actually saying how much he cares, but his memory and attention to detail proves it just as well. It could be the smallest detail about this one time in your childhood, and he’d still remember the entire story as if he experienced it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment was this one time where you two got in trouble with Lucifer again. You two had managed to run away from him, but y’all knew you needed to hide and quick. Eventually, you found a small closet in the house that could just barely fit the both of you. Lucifer passes on and it’s safe for now. For some reason that neither of you remembers, you two just start laughing. At first it’s small giggles, but soon it’s full on cackling. The situation was just so funny in that moment. He remembers seeing the look of pure joy and excitement on your face, and he knew from that moment on that he wanted to be with you forever.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is the most protective guard dog you will ever have. He’ll play it off as just having been given the assignment by Lucifer, but we all know he just loves you. The second someone comes near you, he will attack them. He’s probably also bitten someone at least once. There are some points where not even his brothers can get near you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Boy tries so hard but they always end up in disaster. He really wants to impress you and show you how much he cares, but nothing ever works for him. In the end, you two just end up doing something simple like going out to dinner or watching a movie. It’s not what he intended, but it makes you happy, so he’s cool with it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He steals from you. A lot. Once you start dating, he claims all of your stuff as his. You’ll often find things missing from your room, mostly things like clothes or trinkets.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s a model, so obviously he puts a lot of effort into how he looks. Trust me, he is nowhere near as bad as Asmo, but it’s still more than normal. He wants to look good cause he believes that’s how he gets people to like him. Really, he’s just insecure that people won’t like him if he doesn’t look good.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh most definitely. You made the most impact on him. If you were to leave him, he would absolutely fall apart. Like, no one would ever hear from him again if something took you away from him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I headcanon that he actually kinda tolerates his brother’s tormenting because that’s the only attention they really give him. He seems very starved for attention, and before you, he only really had his brothers. But they usually ignore him for the most part. So, he purposely gets on their nerves so that they’ll pay him some attention. Sure, it mostly consists of them yelling at him and calling him a scummy excuse of a brother, but it’s better than nothing. Then you came along and gave him some good, loving attention, and that’s when he realized he deserved so much more than what he took from his brothers.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He would not like someone who acts like his brothers. By that, I mean he wants someone who won’t bully him in the same way his brothers do. He wants a safe place, and he wants someone who can provide that for him, not someone who’ll just make him feel worse.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He snores. And moves a lot. You have fallen out of bed many times when sleeping together. He also steals all of the covers. He’ll apologize the next morning, but then do it again that night.

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date mammon #headcanon #sfw alphabet

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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:: Two Girls Dominating SuperM

↳ NOTE: Since sharin’ is carin’ 😋 Happy holidays! Get the list Santa cuz here go seven kinds of naughty. PS: I use different POVs here, whatever fits best.

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warnings ⚠️ bondage, pegging, flexibility kink, sex toys, some switch!kai, rough sex, harnesses, oral (m giving), possessiveness, taemin’s evil lady kink, ice cream

⎡Taeyong⎦⇁ I think it’s time to reveal an unspoken truth about the pop industry. You ready? When Rihanna did S&M, a vision of Taeyong from the future whispered the lyrics in her ear. I swear to god. That’s exactly how it happened. Just the way we’d expect, dear Taeyong is gonna float in paradise. Not one domme ready to shake him up, but two? He can retire. Boy doesn’t need anything else. Except maybe a bit of cash to buy harnesses he can model but they’ll treat him to that anyway. That being said. Knowing that two fly madams in latex are ravaging his body at every chance they can get is gonna make him know he can die happy one day. Like, he truly lived. He won’t really hold back with restructuring a lot of parts of his life to let this dynamic unfold all the way. We’ve heard of his DIY skills. This sounds funny but Taeyong will design, paint, decorate, and maintain a special area for their play. Not necessarily just one room, he varies that. We know how gifted he is with interiors and domestic ideas, so. Prepare to get blown away by his sheer efforts. And man, the amount of spare time he can stretch to get a quickie out of that time window. Incredible. Even more interesting is gonna be the range. Taeyong can handle girls that dress up super differently every time, he goes along with any roleplay or character they come up with. He’s gonna be their little prince, their hotel boy, their waiter, their flight attendant, their Jack Dawson incarnate. And their dream boy altogether, cuz that’s what Taeyong is.

His frustrations are bound to work up over weeks if he is busy at SM, so finally seeing them again will have him so excited. And nervous. And so involved with preparing things for them, the perfectionist comes out. Can you imagine Taeyong donning his apron and preparing a four course menu for an entire afternoon? You bet he’ll pull that off. Butler Taeyong will be at full throttle. He’s gonna end up getting viciously fucked in the kitchen anyways. Like to the point where all his hair is a mess in his face and everyone ran out of breath. And seriously, he’s the type to completely surrender and place all trust in the girls. Which they know, and they’ll reward him so well. With things Taeyong loves best aka getting whipped and plowed. One of you could be binding him to a fucking machine and controlling the remote, the other marking his legs and upper back. The little bun gets terribly turned on if you push him on all fours for that and hold the nape of his neck in place so he can’t go anywhere. Consider your carpet ruined with semen. While Taeyong is busy recharging for the next round lying on the floor exhausted, you take polaroids.

⎡Baekhyun⎦⇁ Okay listen, I’ll tell you the secret. You can pull a complete duality on him. Baekhyun, getting nuzzled and snuggled and squeezed from all sides because he’s so sweet? Absolutely his jam. He got two hands to hold, after all. And two mochi cheeks to kiss, my friend, two of them. But also, getting a full dose of freaky stuff inflicted on him with some good music playing? This loud little fucker is going to levitate. These two raging girls can take complete control of his body and fool around to their liking. Grabbing his butt, feeding him cake, dressing him up or stripping him down, riding his face to oblivion. Like not just circling your hips. Actual sharp thrusting and making him forget the light of day. And using some cute pink ropes to string his pretty wrists from the ceiling as a treat. Only a matter of time until he’s an arching mess. As you already suspected: A giant dose of ass destruction is only one step away. Any toy suffices. At best, when he’s trying to beat a new high score and has to concentrate on the game. Nice challenge for his focus, he likes that. He wants to feel how he’s getting stretched out from all directions until it hurts so good. Screaming „Ah!“ is his favorite word. Maybe not too straps in one hole, that’s Taeyong territory, and Baekhyun’s ass is really tight generally, but spitroasting? His favorite pastime. Stuffed up and getting a load of extra hard thrusts. He can suck and gyrate all the way, all at the same time like he never did anything else. It’s gotta be hard and fast. I’m telling you, he’ll make it sloppy anyway.

Did he ever think he could get fucked up like this by a sexy tag team? Nope, he squarely thought he was undeserving. Now that he’s getting regularly suffocated and earns the praise for being so cute, Baekhyun is actually starting to believe he can ask for and enjoy that glorious wreckage. Because if there’s one thing he wishes for, it’s drowning in his own spit. These two are gonna be so territorial and wild, his dick and tongue are gonna threaten to fall off every night. How many condoms Baekhyun’s gonna fill, those will be record numbers, it’s like the album charts. Baekhyun’s a straight-up cum bank dairy cow extraordinaire when it comes to milking him dry. Like what did you think if two mommies feed him with all sorts of delicacies, all that juice is going to stock up and get ready to blow. And the amounts and types of collars Baekhyun’s neck is gonna be in: Whole lot, even with leashes attached. Oh god, they’ll strap him stupid with some dog ears on as a reward. Baekhyun’s prostate is gonna be a constantly spongy ruined mess, poor mochi gonna end up waddling around the kitchen to chug a liter of water at 3 AM.

⎡Taemin⎦⇁ You know who’s gonna be in his element. You just know it. Taemin is ride or die when it comes to wanting someone to be the boss of him. He’s not just dabbling in all that jazz to experiment, he’s livin’ and breathing it. Taemin’s imagination is the 3D version of AO3’s finest fanfics. Hell, he even imagines the sounds over and over, it’s gotta be 4D! He’s already crafted the most intricate fantasies for some seriously action movie-like roleplay. But let's start from the beginning. What’s on Taemin’s ever-wicked mind when he goes to sleep at night? Two intimidating ladies ganging up on him. Arriving on their black motorcycle at his house, flirting the living hell out of him, raiding his fridge, grinding on his lap in their biker gear, licking his face, taking his luxurious clothes off, calling him names, making him dance for him (that one’s a staple), biting down on his torso wherever they please, and having their way with him until it’s all one big orgy. Hell, probably on that motorcycle in the garage. Taemin pretty much getting one dry orgasm after the other because it’s the time of his life. Like, they’re really spoiling him. And he’s giving himself to them. That kind of scenario going down? To Taemin, that sounds like his wettest of dreams come true. He’s like yes, yes, yes and yes. A dynamic duo of sadistic girlfriends, that’s gonna leave him so shook and utterly addicted. Like he wants to get backed into a corner, bring on all the kabedon, Taemin goes all the way the way we know him. Nobody loves that fantasy more than him.

Now… the trick is. They’re actually really fun and sweet and pet his hair incessantly. You know, casually, doing daily life things. Cooing at him and getting all the sweetest princely kisses from their angel. My god, they’ll be so gently in love with him. But in the bedroom, it’s raw business. Taemin is gonna take is so hard, he’ll be seeing stars. That he’s getting slapped around — the thighs included, he loves that — while getting a handjob has to be the most orgasmic experience ever. Taemin is gonna bust fifty-thousand nuts over having his hair pulled by one girl and being choked by the other. Boy is he gonna be hard even if the pants stay on. What if he’s not the one grinding around this time. Two scary girls riding his lap, cuffing and belittling him — wow. Taemin never wants that feast to end. Getting roughed up at any occasion makes his day. He is needy, but the girls have all the cruel shit could ever ask for, and he has the stamina to handle all of it. And the class, he never loses his mystery. A fucking marathon with some pretty brutal bondage and impact play involved, no problem, he’ll last it. You can torture the soul out of him, he’s gonna be winding and gasping for more. Except maybe that his voice is gonna be pretty hoarse if they don’t gag his mouth for the most part. Man, Taemin is so vocal. This will have the ladies all runny beyond imagination. Nobody who meets him casually is gonna suspect it, but Taemin has the wettest dick in all of Seoul (unless Lucas is doing an allnighter) and no pliable brain left because he’s got is fucked out hard daily and he gave it daily. Now you know.

⎡Jongin⎦⇁ Kai is gonna act smug about this right from the start. He’s gonna be the guy who’s proud to show you off, walking around arms over your either shoulders, him right in the middle. Like hello, I’m experienced. The entirety of SM Entertainment is gonna have rumors circulating but nobody’s gonna be surprised. Little does he know you’re down to make his naughty lyrics come true. Kai is gonna get pegged and punished holding onto his dear oversized teddy bear. Literally, these two will have him burying his entire face there. Whimpering and high-pitched moaning like it’s time for EXO adlibs. His couch is large enough for three people, so. Somebody is gonna end up horny and crying. With his album on repeat because there’s no better music to fuck to, don’t kid yourself, you likely don’t, anyway. It’s Kai we’re talking about. He has sluttiness for days. Getting your hands on all that tall dark and handsome goodness is just all that you need as a domme duo. Have you seen how this guy moves just breathing and walking and cocking his head on the occasion… I don’t wanna know how far he can go in the horizontal realm to put it carefully.

But you gotta be ready for Kai’s aggressive side that wants to make things happen. If you like a struggle for dominance, this is the address. You two are just too tempting and delicious not to move around on his bed to assume new positions. And if Jongin doesn’t feel like snapping his dangerous hips into either of you, he’s lying. Kai is ready to fucking dick you down like it’s your birthday. He has to be taught to request and wait like a good boy, on his best behavior and his knees preferably. Yep, I think that Kai is a case for some extended training because he’s so impatient, with good reason, but he still needs to be put in his place. Which Kai likes because it means you go harder on him without restraint. Was it his goal all along? I can see one of the girls taking the role of speaking to him with his head in her lap. Giving commands occasionally, checking in. And the other, getting freaky on him with her instruments. Kai’s body is so sensitive and reactive, it’s gonna be fun to see him twitch and beg. Even something as simple as clamping his nipples will already do the trick. That’s when you have Kai begging.

⎡Ten⎦⇁ Believe it or not. Out of all people, he’s gonna be the one with the most doubts and insecurities — at first. It feels a little overwhelming to Ten because he doesn’t know what’s coming. You know that kind of facial expression he does when he is uncertain. Mind you: Having a whole bunch of people around him isn’t new to him. Bitch, he’s in NCT! A threesome is peanuts against that neo energy. It’s more like, the coordination, he doesn’t know how to act. He’ll be shy and big-eyed and doesn’t know what to say. The king of comebacks and clapbacks: Speechless. Let that sink in. The girls are dealing with the kind of guy who needs a lot of clarity and talk beforehand because he doesn’t have experience with it. It takes him to really know what the program is and damn he’s right about that. Ten really getting into what he’s signing up for is big-brained of him. He asks a lot of questions with an open-mind, but also care. But then again, we know how Ten’s confidence can skyrocket, and that he’s so secretly curious about those things he’s bursting with anticipation. And he knows what to ask for to really get someone going. Touch me, tease me, feel me up, am I right or am I right? He adapts so well to almost any circumstance in his life, it’s admirable. Totally up to the challenge once it goes down, he really grows into that. And I promise that particularly the physical part is absolutely his forte, that’s where he blooms. Ten can be easily taught through the genius of his body and he’s gonna love that.

Once things get hands-on and he finds himself with two girls mounting him, and on go the cat ears, he’s like oh my god this is great. The surprise factor is the biggest in the group here. Ten is gonna almost facepalm because he’s been worrying himself where there was nothing to be anxious about. Because he’s in his groove! Smiling and laughing and having a good time. No stress, just feeling so damn good. Probably with several super-size vibrating toys employed on him because that’s how Ten rolls, always taking the challenge. What a twitchy mess he’s gonna be, I can’t. The two ladies are gonna have a blast themselves bending him around and getting the best of the best erections out of him. Ten is totally gonna snack something while they’re fooling around as three. Or they’re stuffing him with delicacies, he’s gonna be so eager. But that’s not even a glimpse of what they’re gonna do! Ten is ready for almost everything, my friends. Tag teamed while dressed up as Alice? Likelier than you think. With the wig, that’s right. Ten is gonna be their good girl for one long night and truly love it. He obeys so well, spreads his legs like its nothing. It’s all gonna be a hell of a mess on his outfit though. If there’s one person ready to have cum all over him, that’s the right address. He’s throwing peace signs and pose for their phone cameras. Oh Ten, the legend you are.

⎡Lucas⎦⇁ Wong Yukhei… the entire concept that is him literally screams for it. Two people handling all that fucking hunk. So much space to work with, that body is a drug. Xuxi is one staggering big boy, his forehead is making love to any door frame. Lot of waist to grab (…like why is it shaped like that. Offensive!) lot of wrist to tie. And those long fucking model legs, for god’s sake, you just gotta do something with those for once. Get those thigh harnesses! Plus he’s a literal baby who’s all down to date girls his senior. Yukhei is a sucker for mad girls acting possessive over him. And he’s a handful, one fucking tease, one chaotic man. Two times the payback is just so much more appropriate. He can just get fucked and fucked and fucked some more. As is two times as much stimulation. You can imagine. Yes, all over his body. Grabbing his necktie and guiding him around this that (good shit) and caressing his face, and his back, and his chest, and his stomach, it’s so sexy to touch him there.

But let’s not lie. A certain somebody has cock and balls for two people. Lucas is one hell of a stallion. Lot of girth to make hard and to edge. That needs a duo of two unhinged girls, forces of nature, someone shy won’t do. It’s their job to make him shy and docile, not the other way around. Because Lucas enjoys being teased and flattered right back, and is more than fine with being toyed with, even playfully beaten up. You know he loves to be on the receiving end of bickering. Doesn’t mean he suddenly forgets to be an active party or just leans back. He has giant hands and knows how to use them, he’s chartered some major clit territory as well, remember that. That’s gonna be three people losing their fucking minds. Imagine all those luscious, raspy groans. Lucas never holds back, no filter, he knows what the ladies like. Drenched in sweat is all you’ll gonna be. And probably a whole bunch of lube because that’s the other thing the entire concept of Lucas is screaming for. The more ye know.

⎡Mark⎦⇁ Alright my friends. Cute Mark vibes different but that’s no secret. Boy’s gonna admit he’s really intimidated and shy, but so happy he’s gonna get sandwiched once he agrees to try it. It’s all a matter of courage. The girls will be the ones approaching him because they bought him ice cream, and the conversation starts from there, but it’s up to Mark to really set the mood. Oh boy, he’s not gonna stop blushing. This nerd with a girl on each side, that sure as hell looks great on him, I assure you. And if Mark Lee is your trophy rapper poly boyfriend, you truly made it, so. This is gonna be a dynamic right here. And the most fun, imagine the mayhem. He’ll talk his mouth off like his life depends on it. Mark doing sexy talk with two girls at the same time would be so entertaining. They will own his ass. Like wow… they’re making out with him, alternate with french kisses and putting their hands all over him, and ruin his face with ice cream. Mark would be so sexy to pull close by his collar.

And you bet it’s gonna slowly escalate from there, he’s tapping into some sides of him he never knew were there. Ice cubes down his chest, tongues down his mouth, hands in his hair kind of afternoon. As a brief and hilarious interruption, a shivering, horny as hell Mark takes a phone call from Johnny. Who, as you learn, is completely unsuspecting. „Hey, I’m at IKEA, uh. The living room section, actually. Should I buy the blue pillow or the yellow one? I can’t decide. They both have the same print on them, so.“ Mark is gonna blurt out that blue is probably gonna be a good idea and ends the phone call before anybody can moan into the speaker. Johnny is left confused at the other end of the line. The girls will end up teasing Mark that he said blue because that’s what his balls are for sure. Freudian slips, always glorious. Mark is not gonna deny that and ultimately ends up with his face between two cleavages — talk about melons, are we gonna kid ourselves — and two hands down his jeans. This is gonna need a lot of towels. Mark has never gotten this fucked up in his whole life and he is grateful. Watch out people, he’ll write a whole mixtape about this.

#superm #super m #super m smut #super m x reader #super m scenario #super m imagine #super m x dom!reader #poly!super m #baekhyun smut #taemin smut #taeyong smut #mark lee smut #ten smut #kai smut #yukhei smut

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foilfreak · 3 years

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Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 2

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(Link to ao3 version in comments below)

Chapter 2:

The journey to Mother Miranda’s personal laboratory was much shorter and more enjoyable than the original walk to the meeting site, in Salvatore’s humble opinion.

Mother Miranda was mostly quiet, distant, and preoccupied throughout the duration of the walk, even more so than normal. That being said however, while this sort of behavior would usually spell disaster for whichever one of the 4 lords was forced to be in her presence during these sorts of moods, in this situation, Mother Miranda did not appear tense or agitated or hostile like she usually would be. Just lost in thought. As though she were only quiet because she was too busy thinking about something else to speak. She didn’t even seem to mind his various attempts at starting conversation, which surprised, but endlessly delighted, the mutant man.

‘Mother must be in a very good mood today. She hasn’t hit me or told me to shut up the whole time we’ve been together. Maybe she’s made another breakthrough with the cadou? I’d certainly be very happy if I were in her shoes’ Salvatore excitedly thought to himself as the woman in question stepped forward to unlock and open the large steel door of her personal laboratory, allowing Salvatore to step into the facility before closing and locking it again behind her.

“Moreau, do you recall the set of mutation experiments I began at the beginning of last year?” The raven mother asked, turning around and beginning to quickly make her way down the long, dark corridor.

“Y-you mean… the o-ones with the new c-cadou strain th-that I… that I d-developed… f-for you?” Salvatore stutters, breath labored and body struggling to keep up with the taller woman’s vastly larger steps.

“Correct” Mother Miranda says, turning a corner. “As impressed as I was with the final results of this particular strain, I’m afraid it still isn’t good enough. None of the subjects I implanted with cadou last year turned out to be favorable candidates.”

Salvatore stops in his tracks, a look of horror and agony on his face as news that he’d failed mother once again practically tears him apart from the inside out. “O-oh Mother… I-im so s-s-sorry to h-hear that… b-but don’t w-worry… I’ll-I’ll try h-harder next t-time… I w-won’t fail y-you again Mother, so p-please… please j-just give me a-another chance to get it r-right… i b-beg of y-you…”

Mother Miranda stops and turns toward the mutated lord, staring at him in silence as he drops to his knees and grovels at her feet, begging desperately for his failures to be forgiven.

“Off your knees, Moreau, this behavior is unbecoming of a Lord such as yourself. Besides, I never said that you were the one to blame for the lack of successful results, nor am I necessarily displeased by the fact that these experiments yielded failed vessels.”

Salvatore allows his gaze to rise to his mother’s face, where, true to her words, the parts of Miranda’s face that Salvatore could make out from behind her mask did not appear marred with the familiar expressions of anger and disappointment that the 4 lords were usually met with after another round of failed vessels.

“Y-you’re… you’re not upset with m-me?” The deformed man asks, his voice laced with shock and disbelief.

“No, my child, I’m not upset with you. While these experiments may have ended in failure, they did provide me with useful information that may prove to be pertinent to our mission in the near future. In fact, as I said earlier, the reason why I’ve brought you here is because I want to give you a gift, as a reward for all your incredible work. Did you expect me to be upset with you simply because this round proved unsuccessful as well? Do you really think so poorly of your loving mother, who works tirelessly to ensure her children are happy and rewarded for all their faith and trust in me?” Mother Miranda sniveled pitifully, turning her gaze away in mock dejection as Salvatore, horrified that he’d insulted and hurt her somehow, scrambles to his feet, gently taking both of Miranda’s hands into his own and holding the supple skin to his bloated and deformed face, desperately hoping this would comfort her.

“No no no no, o-of course n-not, Mother… I-I’d never expect s-something like th-that from y-you… and-and I k-know better… b-better than a-anyone… just h-how h-hard you w-work… not j-just on y-your experiments… but f-for all o-of us… too… you l-l-love us… you… love ME… I-I’ll always love y-you, Mother… always” Salvatore blurts, stumbling over his words as he tries desperately to comfort Mother Miranda, an effort he’s seemingly rewarded for, when Miranda takes one of her hands away and brings it back to the top of Salvatore’s head, once again gently brushing her hand against it.

Salvatore’s knees nearly give out from under him as the heavenly sensation washes throughout his body like a raging typhoon, leaving him feeling tired and weak yet hungry and wanting for more, though whatever that “more” was, Salvatore was quick to beat it back down deep within himself, knowing this was neither the time nor the place for him to be entertaining such… primal desires about someone like Mother Miranda, no matter how little he intends to act on them.

“Thank you, Moreau. You always know exactly what to say to make Mother feel better. You’re such a good boy” Mother Miranda says, making sure to put extra emphasis onto the last two words as she reaches forward and pulls Salvatore closer to her.

“G-g-g-gggg… good… boy… me?” Salvatore chokes, tears beginning to fill his eyes as Mother Miranda’s arms come to wrap around him, pushing the deformed man’s face to lean against the soft, feathery material of her bosom.

“Yes, Moreau. You’ve always been very special to me. From the day I met you, you’ve been such a good, well-behaved boy that I never have to worry about” Miranda begins, her face blank and expressionless as she passionlessly strokes Salvatore’s face. “No matter how simple the task, those 3 are always making mistakes of some kind and forcing me to come and clean up their messes after them, especially that snake Heisenberg. But you? No, never you, Moreau, not my special, perfect little boy who always tries his best to make Mother happy. Do you enjoy making Mother happy, Moreau?”

“Y-y-yES! Of-of c-course I do” Salvatore moans, his voice slightly muffled by Miranda’s chest as he violently nods his head in affirmation, tears freely falling from his eyes as his head swims deliriously from the endless wave of kind words and gentle touches.

“Good! I always knew you did. And for that, I'm going to reward you with something very special. Something to… keep you busy... while I’m away for a little while” The raven mother coos again.

Salvatore stops for a moment when the meaning of Miranda’s words finally registers in his brain. “While… w-while you’re… away? You’re l-leaving us?” Salvatore asks, his voice growing increasingly distressed with each word.

“Only for a short time, hopefully,” Mother Miranda answers, “but yes, at the end of this month, I will be leaving the village in order to attend to some very important business I have. I’m not sure how my journey will fare, however I'm optimistic that it will be the key necessary to finally getting my Ev- uh… pardon me; the key to finally achieving our goal of creating a perfect vessel. Doesn’t that sound nice, Moreau?”

“It-it does” the deformed man says quietly, still put off by the mention of Mother leaving, but not wanting to put a damper on his mother’s incredibly rare good mood. “But… where is i-it… th-that you’ll be g-going… an-and for h-how long?”

“Just down the mountain to pay someone a visit, however I have no idea when I'll be back. That will depend on how successful my mission goes, I suppose.”

Silence falls over the two as Salvatore, still upset by the news that Mother Miranda would be leaving, continues to take in the comfort and warmth of his Mother’s arms for just a moment longer, selfishly wishing that Mother held him more often. Eventually however, Mother Miranda does pull back from the superficial embrace, gesturing for Salvatore to follow her once more, which the deformed man begins to do without question.

“Of the 4 of you, you’re the last one to come and pick your gift,” Miranda says, unaware of the visible slump that Salvatore’s shoulders take on upon hearing this. “However, despite there only being one option left, it would appear as though your siblings have decided to spare you their usual games of trickery this time around. If anything, I think you might be the one to have ended up with the best deal after everything is said and done.”

Salvatore looks up at Mother Miranda with an expression of mild confusion, wondering what on earth she could mean by that. His musings are quickly interrupted however, when the two enter a large room filled with various pods.

“Of the 22 test subjects we started with last year, only 13 were genetically compatible with the cadou parasite, and even then, only 4 ended up surviving the full mutation phase. Despite their impressively stable conditions, they still aren’t suitable vessels for my purposes, however I felt as though it would be such a waste to just do away with them. So, with that in mind, I’ve decided that my gift to you all, before I must leave you for a time, is to give one test subject to each of you.”

“G-give? You’re… y-you’re giving us t-test subjects?” Salvatore repeats dumbly, not certain he understood where this was going.

“Correct” Mother Miranda affirms. “This is easily the most successful batch of mutations we’ve seen to date, and given the amount of time and effort I poured into making sure these last 4 survived until now, I’d at least like to see some use gotten out of them before they die or suddenly lose control of their mutations and go rogue.”

“Like… l-like what?” The hooded man asks nervously.

Miranda merely shrugs her shoulders, uncaring. “Anything you like. Housekeeper. Playmate. Labrat. Partner in Crime. Whatever it is you desire of your gift, you may have without question. And in the event they refuse you… well, you’ll at least have a fun little toy to chase after for a little while.”

“I... see...” Salvatore says quietly, growing less and less excited about this whole “gift” thing, now that he knows that his gift is just another person.

Another person to scream and wail at how unbelievably hideous and disgusting of a monster he looks, no doubt.

Without another word, Miranda heads over to the large control table located in the middle of the room, pressing a few buttons before 4 of the many identical pods begin moving toward them. Steam pours out the tops and bottoms of the metal pods as the large capsules slowly finish lowering themselves from their hung pedestals, displaying them directly in front of Miranda and Salvatore. The man in question stands anxiously in front of the still sealed door, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as he waits for Mother to show him his gift, a myriad of thoughts and fears and worries flying throughout the mutant man’s mind.

“The first 3 have already been chosen by your siblings, but the one on the far right is all yours” Miranda says, pushing another button that causes the singular pod in question to click open, its door slowly beginning to rise upward toward the ceiling.

Salvatore nods in understanding as he tries to avoid watching the door of the pod open, instead hyper focusing on what Miranda is saying as the tension in the room becomes so thick it feels as if it could be cut with a dull knife.

After what felt like an eternity and a half of waiting, the pod door finally finished opening, and in that exact moment, as the disfigured man’s gaze finally fell upon the sight of his gift for the first time, his eyes went wide in shock, his mouth dropped open in disbelief, and his hands fell limply to his side in complete and utter bewilderment at the sight that stood before him.

“That… th-that’s… for me?” Salvatore manages to croak out, his throat suddenly dry as a desert and the air from his lungs having left him the second before.

Raising his hand up toward the creature wired into the pod, the hooded man finds himself unable to look away, feeling almost mesmerized as his mind struggles to figure out whether all this is really happening, or if he’d finally succumbed to the insanity of his condition and dreamt all this up as a sick and twisted way of coping with his soul crushing loneliness. Either one was just as likely at this point.

“I’m sure you’ll still be quite pitiful on the day I have to leave, but at least this way you’ll have something to keep yourself occupied with until I return, yes?” Mother Miranda says smugly, clearly pleased by his reaction. “So, what do you think, Moreau? Do you like the gift I’ve gotten for you?”

It wasn't until after several moments of silence that Salvatore finally responded. After stuttering and slurring unintelligibly over several sentences worth of responses, 2 words, and 2 words alone, finally managed to tumble from the mutant man’s lips, his eyes shining as he finally reached forward enough to slowly and carefully intertwine his fingers with the small and delicate hand of the beautiful young woman that slept peacefully inside the pod.

“She’s perfect!”

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Prompt: AU, bored and exploring Malfoy Manor at a social function, young Sirius Black finds an old diary belonging to T.M. Riddle.

Thanks so much for this prompt, Anon! To be honest, at first I had no idea what to do with it, but it would seem Tom’s diary possessed me as well, because once I started, I couldn’t stop. I’ve enjoyed writing teen Sirius a lot, so I hope you’ll also like it.

Shout-out to @mariagvogel for making this one shot better with her comments. It can also be read on AO3.

Sirius hated them all —every fucking member of his family. Nothing could really top his hatred for his mother, who insisted on dragging him to those pure-blood parties no matter how much her eldest son embarrassed her. He was wandering around, sneering at the portraits that lined up the walls of the Malfoy mansion.

Those events were always supremely boring, but Sirius had never felt so utterly alone. Regulus was socialising with their cousins like the good Black son he was. Yet, the only cousin that really mattered, Andromeda, was not present and no one talked about her. Her face still decorated the Black family tapestry, but Sirius did not think it would last long. It was a very odd feeling. When Andromeda talked about cutting ties with her family, they used to laugh about going out in style. He had not seen his cousin in months, though, and, if she had concocted any plans with her Muggle-born boyfriend, she had not breathed a single word about it to Sirius.

The dark corridor he was crossing at the moment threatened to be as dull as the guests downstairs. At least he had managed to slip unnoticed from the party. He could not have shown his distaste as freely there. A somewhat distant crack startled him out of his thoughts. He froze on the spot. That must be Dobby. Although Sirius could not say he liked the house-elf —who was always too overexcited—, he pitied anyone who had to live under the thumb of a prat like Lucius Malfoy. Dobby was also far nicer than Kreacher. Even so, if he saw Sirius snooping around, he would be forced to tell his masters. Sirius would rather avoid angering his mother so soon when there was still a long evening ahead of them.

Thinking on his feet, he walked quickly to the end of the corridor, where a door hid the stairs to the attic. Andromeda and Cissy had discovered that one dragging a very young Sirius with them. He could no longer remember the exact reason, but they had been hiding. It felt like a very far memory.

Sirius closed the door carefully behind him and waited until he heard the second crack that meant Dobby had left. The party seemed not to exist in the absolute stillness of the stairs and Sirius let out a long-suffering sigh. Glancing up, he decided to head for the attic. It was a good hiding place if nothing else.

The room looked dirtier and more abandoned than Sirius remembered. It actually reminded him of their attic at home, full of useless and forgotten pure-blood memorabilia. He stepped around the worn-out furniture, dodging the odd-shaped items scattered in some parts. He could not help thinking that, if the rest of his friends were with him, poking around Malfoy’s stuff would have sounded much more exciting. Alone, however, Sirius did not truly feel like exploring.

Looking round in order to find at least something to distract him from the fact that there was no one to share his findings with, his eyes fell on a small bookcase. The dust made his eyes itch when he got closer and most books did not even have a title on the spine. He gazed at them blankly for a moment longer, trying to decide whether picking them up was worth the effort. His interest was suddenly piqued when he saw a small rectangular item wrapped in fading brown fabric. That time, he took it with no hesitation, revealing a black leather book. It was rather thin and the year on the cover —1942— let him know it was not a recently purchased item. As he opened it, he was disappointed to find there was nothing on the blank pages except for a name on top of the first one: T. M. Riddle.

Sirius let it fall, huffing. An empty diary whose owner did not even have the right surname for the house. He did not really care if it had been someone who had married into the family or if some Malfoy had stolen it. Somehow, Sirius was not able to picture someone staying for a sleepover and leaving their diary behind.

Bored, he sat down on the floor, near the diary. He could already see the others’ faces when he returned downstairs having ruined his new, shiny robes. The mere thought brought a smirk to his face and lifted his spirits lightly. He picked the diary back up. Perhaps no one would ever see it, but Sirius wanted to leave his mark in case someone else found the old thing.

He searched through the drawers and found a couple of broken quills, but no ink. He cursed out loud, remembering the Muggle drawing kit that Moony had gifted him last Christmas. He would carry a pen everywhere if he was not certain his mother would enjoy burning it while Sirius was still carrying it.

Nevertheless, he found a small piece of charcoal and did not hesitate to open the diary at the first page. In big capital letters, just under the name, he wrote, FUCK PURE-BLOODS —SB. He had to admit it looked lamer than it had sounded in his head, so he was trying to come up with another epithet when the words faded away. Blinking, he stared down at the yellowish pages. If it was a means of communication like the two-way mirror he used with Prongs, he might be screwed.

The diary answered right away.

Interesting choice of words to write on someone else’s diary. And who might you be?

Sirius looked at the words for a few seconds. It had been quite a prompt answer for an object that had seemed abandoned just a moment ago.

I’m not telling you my name, he decided to write at last. He was not that much of an idiot.

As you wish. Mine is Tom.

Again, the reply was quick. Sirius bit his lip, rolling the charcoal between his fingers.

Are you friends with the Malfoys?

I might be, came Tom’s enigmatic answer. They must not have taken great care of my diary if you have got your hands on it, though.

The calligraphy was elegant, although not as flowery as Sirius’s. For all his faults, the Malfoys were not as exclusive as the Blacks. Tom’s elusive comments sparked the boy’s imagination and he was already picturing Riddle as the offspring of a marriage between a Malfoy and someone of not such a high standing.

Focusing back on the pages, which had returned to their original state, he decided to try his luck.

Do you write to them often?

I can’t say I do.

Sirius could almost hear the playful tone behind those words.

What would you do if I took you with me?

Write to you, what else?

Sirius’s smirk grew bigger as he closed the diary and threw away the charcoal.

II.

In the end, getting away from the gathering had indeed been worth it. His parents had not been able to do much in public, since they knew sending him home would actually have been a reward. By the time they had got back, both of them had been too inebriated to punish him properly. Sirius had got away with just his hurt pride at having had to apologise to the Malfoys plus a quick stinging hex before being sent to bed. Still, his leg hurt like hell from the surprisingly well-aimed spell.

He was lying on his bed, groaning into his pillow and with absolutely no intention of sleeping. He would like to contact James through the mirror —he did not think anyone would hear him despite the absolute silence—, but he did not want to come across as needy. He could wait until tomorrow to whine and tell his friends all his woes.

Turning around, he sat up and examined his leg. He concluded it would be better not to risk asking Kreacher for a pain potion, since it would lead to his mother hearing about it. In a couple of hours, it would no longer sting. Making what felt like an enormous effort, he stood up and started disrobing. It was only then that he remembered Tom. Still half dressed, he hurried to get ink and quill and got comfortable in his bed. It was pretty late, so he told himself he might have to wait until the morning for an answer.

Are you there?

Of course.

Sirius smiled at the immediate reply.

I —don’t— regret to inform you that you are no longer with the Malfoys.

His grin grew bigger as he felt clever. He would keep talking to Tom if it was going to help him forget about his misery for a while.

You sound like more interesting company anyway. I take it that you had fun and the event is over?

Sirius scoffed loudly.

I don’t think a single one in that bloody bunch of old snobs know what having fun is like.

You may be right, but why would you want fun when you already have power?

Reading those words gave him chills and sobered him up. Perhaps it was because Tom’s phrasing urged him to agree at first. He frowned and put down the diary to physically distance himself from that feeling. Almost right away, though, he picked it up again.

Do you believe that blood supremacy crap?

He felt something akin to disappointment and had to rein in the impulse to throw a cruder accusation.

What I believe does not matter. It is a fact they have power, is it not?

Sirius liked that answer even less and he felt his frown deepen. He stared as the ink faded, considering what he should retort. Apparently, Tom found his words sooner.

You benefit from that power, don’t you, S?

An inexplicable, overwhelming anger rose in the boy’s throat and he was scribbling furiously before he was aware of it.

Fuck you. My name is Sirius.

He slammed the diary shut and threw it in his trunk.

III.

I’m a fucking tosser.

It was the first thing he wrote in two weeks and the black letters were blurry.

Do tell.

Tom’s response came at once as usual, but it felt oddly impersonal. It was just what Sirius needed, because the last thing he wanted was a friendly ear. He was determined to avoid thinking about the next letter he would have to write to Prongs.

I was going to spend half the summer at a friend’s, but I crossed my mother and ruined everything. I’m not going anywhere now.

A little splash smeared the ink before it disappeared completely. He wiped his eyes furiously while he waited for Tom to say something.

Oh, boo-hoo. Why would you act out if you needed her permission?

Didn’t plan on it, you twat. Just happened. You’d also scream at her if you’d met her, he added before a reply could come.

I think not. I’ve been told I’m a great actor.

Pretentious prick, Sirius shot back. He was feeling calmer, though, and not truly annoyed.

Tom offered no reaction to that, but Sirius did not want to finish their conversation so soon. It was a very welcome distraction from the pain and humiliation that usually followed an argument with his mother.

I don’t know how I’m to survive an entire summer locked up in this house.

Have you tried to escape?

I’m only 14. The Ministry will find me as soon as I try to do magic.

Of course, living as a Muggle is out of question.

Sirius frowned, not liking one bit the mockery he could feel behind the words.

It is when I have neither Muggle clothes nor Muggle money, he retorted.

And your friend? Wouldn’t he take you in?

James would, he was certain of it. However, that would require detailing exactly how bad things were at home. It was not worth it, Sirius told himself as he had a thousand times before. It was only three more years until he could do magic and then no one, not even his mother, could stop him —after all, his fourteenth birthday was just a few months away.

My family would not allow it, he wrote instead.

Are you important or something?

Again that derisive feeling. Sirius could not explain why he felt the other’s intentions so distinctly.

Or something, he agreed noncommittally. He was about to add something else when a knock on his door startled him.

Swallowing with difficulty, he reminded himself that only one person in their household would knock before entering. Not that his dear brother waited for an answer. Sirius had barely had time to close the diary when the door opened. At least, Regulus was not in the habit of barging in.

“What do you want?” Sirius snapped right away, feeling anger consuming everything within him once again.

Any tentativeness disappeared from his brother’s demeanour and his young face hardened. He closed the door after coming in, but did not step closer.

“Don’t take it out on me. I did nothing.”

“Yeah, I think that might be the problem. You never do anything. The perfect son,” snarled Sirius, in a well-rehearsed course of action.

“What d’you expect to get when you insult the whole family? Couldn’t you just go along with it for once and say what she wants to hear?”

Regulus was frustrated, but his controlled manner paled in comparison to the ire running through his older brother, who jumped off the chair, not caring about the noise.

“I’ll never stand by while she badmouths my friends,” he said, barely restraining from shouting. “But of course you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about. You’d need to have some friends for that.”

The jab hit Regulus as hard as Sirius had intended and his pain was plainly visible on his face. He refused to regret having caused it.

“I just came to see if you were all right, you imbecile.”

Regulus practically spat the words before turning around and taking hold of the doorknob.

“Hurry up and move along, then. I’m fine.”

Regulus opened the door and stared back one last time. His mouth was a hard line and his eyes glistened. He looked too old for his age.

“You’re a liar.”

IV.

Have you ever been trapped with no option to escape?

It was the middle of the night of a perfectly ordinary day, but Sirius could not sleep. Luckily, it seemed that neither could Tom.

Most people have at one point or another, came the answer, swift and vague as ever.

His friends were taking too long to reply to his letters and Prongs had forgotten the two-way mirror at home when he had packed for his holidays. Talking to Tom felt just as good, though.

More letters appeared in the centre of the page while he was lost in thought.

What matters is your ability to break free when the time is right.

What is ailing you this time? I can tell you didn’t steal an enchanted diary to complain about your house-elf’s cooking.

Their correspondence was getting more familiar and Tom did not hesitate to cut his ramblings short. Sirius decided not to beat around the bush, either.

Do you come from a pure-blood family?

I have old blood running through my veins, yes.

Sirius had never felt so grateful for Tom’s pretentious nature. He had a feeling the other would understand.

They burnt my cousin Andromeda’s face off the family tapestry. She has married a Muggle-born, so they say she’s tarnished our blood.

And you fear to suffer the same fate?

I’d fear to stay in this house forever, but

He hesitated. Sometimes, he felt as if he were offering up too much information, although nothing he had said so far was truly a secret.

she is my favourite cousin.

The words faded away slowly, as if the diary were absorbing Sirius’s strong feelings behind them, too.

I think she’s forgotten me, he wrote in a rush, feeling extremely self-conscious.

That time, Tom seemed to take an eternity to answer.

Pure-bloods are good at holding power, but their short-sightedness will be the death of them.

The words took Sirius aback and he did not think about his next response.

I thought you fancied that blood crap.

I told you. What I may believe or feel is not important. Ignoring the talent of those who do not fit the ideal perfectly will hardly do us any favours.

Sirius blinked, uneasy at how reasonable Tom sounded. He needed to think, so he wrote goodbye and returned the diary to its safe place. After a while, he realised he could contact Andromeda once he was back at school.

VI.

Sirius skimmed through Prongs’s last letter. He still needed to get back to Moony and Wormtail as well. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake off the feeling that his friends were far too predictable. James told him all about his brilliant family holidays, whereas Remus was as bored and lonely as Sirius. And he really could not bring himself to care about Peter’s latest crush.

On top of his apathy, he was worn out all the time. The bright side of it was that he was usually too tired to pick a fight with his parents. He spent most of his time locked in his bedroom, listening to Muggle music or just staring up at the dark ceiling —or writing to Tom. Sirius could not consider him a friend since the bloke had not revealed much information about himself. Yet, during their exchanges, Sirius did not feel quite so sad or angry, just sort of entertained.

There was only a week and a half until the beginning of the new school year. The rest of the Marauders would not be surprised if Sirius told them he had been too lazy to reply to their last batch of letters. Thus, he picked up the diary, willing to forget about the world for a while.

VII.

You didn’t write yesterday.

Sirius felt a pang of culpability upon seeing the message. In fact, he had felt guilty ever since school had started. Normally, he waited until his friends had gone to sleep to take out the diary and write on it, sheltered by his drawn drapes. At first, he had looked forward to that nightly encounter, even if it made him feel like he was lying to his friends. During the day, Moony and Prongs were set on finding out what was wrong with him. Nothing Sirius told them stopped their nagging. He could admit he was bloody irritable around everyone those days, but it did not truly warrant their insistence. At least with Tom he had not needed to worry about reining in his temper so as to avoid worried looks.

Nevertheless, eventually, even Moony had let the matter of his bad mood drop. It had led to a more relaxed atmosphere in their friend group and, for the first time since their return, the previous night Sirius had gone to bed knackered and happy and, especially not feeling like he needed to seek out someone else’s company. Frankly, he had not thought Tom would care, but now the guilt rose back up and it was not because he was hiding something from his friends.

I was busy.

It was a lame excuse, but Sirius told himself he did not need to explain his reasons to a perfect stranger.

Hanging out with Hagrid again?

Distaste dripped from the ink of every one of those words.

No, planning a prank for a greasy git. He won’t know what hit him. Sirius’s smirk vanished before it fully formed. He frowned, still thinking about Tom’s comment. What have you got against Hagrid, anyway? He is all right.

That is because you do not know what he is capable of.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the condescending reply. He had known Hagrid for over three years and, while the man had his quirks, he was one of the nicest people Sirius had ever met.

Another sentence appeared as the first one was absorbed by the page.

Want me to show you?

He read the question a few times, trying to understand what it could possibly mean. Tom had never implied they could send anything other than messages through the diary.

“Can’t you– What are you doing?”

It was barely a whisper, but he had already jumped when Moony drew the curtains back and so, he ended up spilling ink all over himself and the diary. His wand was knocked off as well, falling to the floor with its tip still lit up. Sirius barely spared a glance at his friend as he attempted to get away from the mess.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered.

“I’m so sorry,” Remus apologised right away. Turning around for a moment, he retrieved his own wand from his bedside table. “I’ll clean it up.”

With a circular movement, he managed to summon the ink and get it back into the bottle. The diary was intact, not a black trace on it, although Sirius suspected not all the ink had been collected by Moony’s magic.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, because his friend was looking at him with soft eyes full of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just couldn’t sleep and saw the light from your wand.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep, either.” Sirius huffed, unable to stand the awkwardness any longer. “Sit down, for Merlin’s sake. Unlike others, I don’t bite.”

He received a brief, albeit quite powerful glare as expected, which in return brought a grin to his face as he closed the diary and put it in a drawer for the time being.

“Was that… a diary?”

Moony’s incredulity was obvious, so Sirius forced himself to let out a dismissive snort.

“Just brainstorming our next pranks. Prongs and I still have to take revenge on that Seventh Year Ravenclaw prick for laughing at us when Snivellus and Evans dumped us in the lake.”

“To be fair—”

“I don’t want to be fair, Moony. I want to laugh at Mr Brainy.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but a long yawn interrupted whatever he was going to add. Right on cue, Sirius also yawned.

“I think I’ll go back to bed now. You should try to get some sleep, too.”

“I will,” promised Sirius, smiling fondly at his always responsible friend.

He drew the drapes and snuggled up under the blankets, having forgotten all about Tom and Hagrid.

VIII.

Guess who is not going home for Christmas?

Sirius was feeling light as a feather and needed to share his enthusiasm.

Did you get your face burnt off the family tree as well?

Not yet, he replied, beaming in the semi-darkness. His penmanship was messier than usual, because his brain was going too fast for his hand to keep up. I’m going to spend the break with Prongs. His parents have invited me to go with them to ski. The entire hols! he added, trying to convey his utter delight, for he felt like exploding every time he thought about the letter he had just received.

My mother will be furious, he kept on, not waiting for an answer. She will have to explain her disgraceful heir has once again chosen blood traitors over the family.

You do realise that, by cutting ties with them, you are only making things harder for yourself, don’t you?

As if I cared. I’m not going to put up with their pompous arses one minute longer than I need to.

Well, perhaps there is something better that you can do at school if you stay.

“What?” Sirius almost yelled, turning it into a whisper at the last moment.

I’m not staying, he wrote quickly.

Why did Tom feel the need to sour his mood like that? He had said he was not upset by the lack of daily updates on Sirius’s part, but he may have lied.

You never let me show you that memory about Hagrid. I could show you things about Hogwarts, places no other person knows about but me.

Sirius felt his hair stand on end. No one should sound so alluring through a written message. Without another thought, he slammed the diary shut and pushed it off his lap. He was suddenly afraid of how much he had longed to accept Tom’s offer.

As if a veil had just been lifted, he realised the diary was an object taken from a family with close links to dark magic and even darker social circles. He had been tired all summer and his bad temper had persisted after getting away from his family. He had only started to feel better once he had stopped writing to Tom every day.

He nearly tossed the diary out of the window, but he stopped when he took it in his hands. Surely, he was overreacting. He had been talking to Tom for months and, even though the other gave him the creeps from time to time, he had felt no dark influences trying to control him. Prongs always said he was paranoid about everything that had to do with dark magic and he reluctantly had to admit his friend may be right.

Tom must be even lonelier than he was to keep him company after all that time, for Sirius would not describe his life as fascinating. He was happier than he had ever been at Hogwarts, certainly, but Tom had put up with his continuous complaints about his family the entire summer. Perhaps it was only fair that he felt ignored since school had begun, because Sirius had indeed been writing less and less frequently as days passed. He felt like a terrible friend —even if they were not such—, so he picked up the quill again, dipped it in the ink and wrote,

Why do you like talking with me?

I thought you were braver. I thought you’d dare uncover Hogwarts’ deepest secrets.

The ink faded away slowly as Sirius found himself unable to tear his gaze away. New words appeared before he could think of an answer.

Let me show you, insisted Tom. It all started when

Sirius slammed the diary shut for the second time that day, although on that occasion his decision was fuelled by blind rage. The urge to know was still there, whispering in his ear that he should continue reading, continue writing. However, another feeling flooded him and he distinguished the sting of something else besides his hurt pride. He was under no delusions that they were friends, but he had hoped —believed— that the other’s interest meant he shared his feeling of comfortable attachment. Sirius had enjoyed being able to say anything without fear of being judged or pitied, but right then, he only felt manipulated.

Truthfully, he had very much longed to know the answer when he had asked why. Instead, Tom had insisted on talking about his own damn secrets and mysteries. In fact, Tom had elegantly sidestepped every personal question and had always sounded more invested in reading about Sirius’s troubles than any good news he brought up.

The hurt cleared his thoughts in the most painful way possible. At that very moment, he could not care less whether he was indeed paranoid or losing his mind. He had itched to know whatever Tom had been about to tell, but curiosity had played no role in it. The pull had been far less innocent than that and, once he could recognise it, he realised it had been there for a while. However, he had never expected that darkness would feel so sweet and intoxicating —so inoffensive.

Damn, he truly was a bloody idiot.

IX.

Sirius had bravely fought the temptation to write on the diary again to curse its very existence and, so far, he had won. Still, he had buried the blasted thing at the bottom of his trunk and only taken it out on their last day before the holidays. He was currently waiting for his brother outside the Great Hall, while the students who had already finished their dinner passed by while animatedly chatting about their upcoming plans.

At last, he saw the familiar pale face and hurried towards the small group of Slytherins.

“Hey, Regulus!”

His brother glared at him, but murmured something to his companions and they promptly left towards the dungeons. Sirius could not help frowning at their backs —if the tables had been turned and it was him asking to be alone with a Slytherin, he would have expected a little resistance from his friends. Focusing his attention back on the younger boy, he saw the scowl was still very much present.

“What do you want?”

Sirius swallowed the urge to snap back, irked by Regulus’s defensiveness.

“I’m not going back home these hols, so I need you to make sure this gets back to the Malfoys.”

He handed out the diary, wrapped in the brown fabric, but his brother made no move to take it. Instead, he asked,

“You aren’t coming home?”

All of a sudden, Sirius felt his mouth dry at the vulnerability clearly present in the question.

“Um, I’m… I’m not.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s not that bad, though, is it? Mother will be in a foul mood when she finds out, sure, but I won’t be there to aggravate you all every day.”

His light tone was weak and did not get a reaction from Regulus beyond a renewed glower.

“So what, you want me to deliver one of your funny pranks to Malfoy now that he no longer attends Hogwarts?”

“Don’t be daft, I’d never let you take the blame and steal my spotlight.” Regulus refused to say anything and so, a tense silence ensued. Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius noticed they had drawn the attention of some students. He pushed the diary against his brother’s crossed arms. “It’s something I took from them at the beginning of the summer. I’m not interested in it anymore.”

Finally, Regulus took it and started to unwrap it. Sirius hurried to still his hands. Physical contact between the brothers had become rare nowadays, but neither seemed to realise.

“Nuh-uh. Everyone’s always going on and on about how you’re so much smarter than I am, so show a bit of brains. It’s one of those diaries you can’t stop writing on. Took me a bit to figure it out.”

It was not all the truth, but he did not know what the diary was exactly and hoped it was enough to deter Regulus from giving in to his own curiosity.

His brother was still looking back at him with plenty of mistrust in his clear eyes, but he would not keep an item like that —Sirius was sure of it.

“You can give it to Cousin Cissy,” he joked, breaking the silence once more. “I’m sure she’ll be delighted to have a reason to call on the Malfoys and insult the white sheep of the family at the same time.”

He wanted to add something else, either wish Regulus good luck or happy Christmas. In the end, the right words never came to him and his brother walked away after uttering a curt, ‘Goodbye, Sirius.’

It turned out that getting rid of that diary was the best decision he had made in a while. James’s parents had also invited Remus and Peter to their winter house for a week —carefully chosen by the boys so that Moony would not have to deal with any furry problems.

Not even Walburga’s Howler managed to shatter his happiness. It had arrived one morning, while they were all having breakfast. Sirius had prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him whole when he had seen Euphemia’s and Fleamont’s faces as they heard the usual string of slurs and threats —fortunately, Prongs was used to those Howlers by then. For a very long moment, Sirius had also feared what they would think of him after learning he was a thief.

In fact, he had barely dared look up when an ominous silence had returned to their table. However, it had soon been broken by a new string of voices, only that time there was a mix of indignation and reassurance and it was all in his favour. Sirius’s eyes had been suspiciously wet when his friend had clapped him on the back and he had had to talk the adults out of seeing Walburga Black before they went back to school.

Even if he did not manage to find an excuse to stay at Hogwarts during the next break, he would not have to face her in months. It was a very freeing, hopeful thought. He knew that his little stunt would bring other, more serious consequences eventually, but he was not very worried about whatever hell his mother had promised. Hell could not scare him when he already knew what it was like to live in it.

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oncelers-panties · 4 years

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Starstruck

Pairing: Groupie! Once-ler x Rock Star! Greed-ler

Warnings: Degradation Kink, Burn Play/Cigarette Play, General N/SFW, Mentions of Drug Use

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Once-ler takes his obsession with the famous Rock Star, Greed, a little too far. He gets caught, and unexpected things happen.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Freezing in place, Once-ler stared at the scowling man in the doorway. He could feel his heart drop- all the way down to his toes and through the floor as a small, fearful yelp sounded from his mouth and drops of sweat formed on the back of his neck.

Had the situation been somewhat different, he would have been floating on cloud nine from sheer joy. So often had he dreamed of getting to see his beloved idol up close, had fantasized countless times of being trapped in the same room with him. But those fantasies usually didn´t involve him getting arrested for breaking and entering later.

It just so happened that he was obsessed with a certain music icon, had been for a long time. A guy who went by the stage name of "Greed" and had taken the alternative music scene by storm, as well as captured thousands of hearts with his flaming red guitar, his handsome features and old-timey sounding Rock´n Roll. Once-ler had been no exception, and soon he had found himself staying up late at night, browsing through dozens of blogs and fansites dedicated to his new object of fascination, listening to Greed´s music on repeat and spending loads of money on merchandise of all kind. Of course, he was also among the first ones to get a ticket for a concert taking place in a city nearby. But whereas anyone else would have probably drawn a line at this point, accepting that their celebrity crush was out of reach, Once-ler had to take his obsession a step further.

Which, as he soon realized, might not have had been the best idea.

“I got- I got lost!” he helplessly blurred out, not sounding convincing at all.

“Lost. Backstage. In my dressing room. Sure.”

Greed stepped forward, platformed boots making him even more freakishly tall than he already was, and glared at his intruder with disdain, crossing his arms.

“You were trying to steal some of my stuff, weren´t you? To sell it later, probably. Wouldn´t be the first one to try.”

Only now did Once-ler notice that he was still holding on to one of the musician´s iconic leather jackets that he had found among a pile of Greed´s belongings and gleefully rubbed his face against just a minute ago. Now pale as a sheet, he dropped it like a piece of hot coal, wincing as he tried to come up with any kind of explanation.

“What? No, I wasn´t- I swear, it was just…. Would you believe me if I told you that I´m part of the staff?”

“No. But you better believe me when I tell you that I´m calling security.”

Panic rose in Once-ler´s chest as he watched the other turn around and reach for the door, visibly pissed off and willing to get rid of the unwanted guest as soon as possible. In his desperation he moved without thinking, running up to the exit and preventing Greed from leaving.

“Wait! I´m sorry, really, I wasn´t trying to steal anything!”

He gazed pleadingly into the musician´s emerald greens, deciding that he might as well tell the truth since he was busted anyway.

“It´s just that you´re so cool and handsome, and I love your music so much, I wanted to get closer to you, just a little, because you´re my idol and I can´t stop thinking about you, I dream of you every night and... and I just wanted to look at your stuff, hold it a little maybe- God, please don´t call the cops on me! I can´t afford to pay a fine, I´m already neck deep in student loans, and no one would be there to feed my pets if I went to prison- I swear, it was just a moment of weakness, I won´t do anything like this ever again!”

Actually, Once-ler had been planning this little stunt ever since he´d found out about the concert. But the other didn´t need to know that.

After his ramblings Greed only stared at him in silence with an unreadable expression, and despite of the unpleasantness of the whole situation, the young devotee couldn´t not be in awe of his idol´s features. How often had he seen that face on posters and pages of magazines, yet the real thing was so much more stunning, with his unruly hair sticking out in all directions after his energetic performance on stage, the smudged black eyeshadow and many piercings adorning his ears. Only now did Once-ler notice that the man´s pupils were unnaturally dilated, making it obvious that he was on… well, something.

To his surprise, the rockstar´s tense posture relaxed, and the anger in his eyes made way to indifference.

“Huh. So you´re that kind of person. Should´ve figured.”

Greed stepped away, running a hand through his hair as he walked over to one of the room´s many drawers, taking out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one unceremoniously. Leaning against the wall he took a drag, not even looking at his intruder as he asked:

“How did you manage to get in here? I´m pretty sure the door was locked.”

“It was. I… picked the lock,” Once-ler murmured in a small voice, and the musician replied to that with a dry chuckle.

“Seriously? I mean, I´ve had plenty encounters with groupies. People following my tour bus for days, stalking me in the bathroom while I was trying to take a piss in peace, offering me hundreds of dollars to spit into a bottle so that they could carry it around like a good-luck charm… but actually managing to sneak past the security, finding my dressing room and breaking into it? That takes some skill. And balls. Not bad at all. Even though you didn´t really think this through, considering you got caught.”

Greed cocked his head to the side, shooting his fan a lazy smirk.

“Still, after all these efforts, you kind of deserve to get to suck me off.”

“I´m sorry- what?”

“Well, that´s what´s you´re after, right? It sure as hell isn´t my great talent or amazing personality.”

Once-ler, now flushed in all imaginable shades of red, stuttered in disbelief.

“But this, you…you´d just let me?”

“Don´t see why not. You´re easy on the eyes, and I don´t have to be back with the rest of the band until in about one hour. Besides, there is something about ridiculously skinny dudes who don´t know how to dress themselves that I like a lot, so you´re in luck.”

The obvious jab at his fashion sense flew past the devotee´s head as he watched his idol strut over to a red leather couch, the heels of his boot clacking against the laminate floor. The man sat down with legs apart, slipping out of his leather jacket, broad, pale shoulders and arms now uncovered.

“What´s that look for? If you´re too scared, you better run along now, because I´m not going to waste my time on some wimpy virgin who can´t do it right.”

Once-ler swallowed hard, eyes following the other man´s tongue flicking over his teeth. And even though the whole thing was so very strange, the lascivious look on Greed´s face caused his legs to move on their own.

Before he knew it, he was on his knees between the other´s thighs, face inches away from his crotch that was outlined nicely by his tight leather pants, a sight that made his mouth water and insides burn up in nervous excitement. He had lost count of how often he had jerked off to close-ups of said area, to clips of the suggestive way Greed always rolled his hips during concerts. But none of the countless fantasies he has had could even compare to the sight of the musician actually undoing his fly before his eyes.

With an unsure glance Once-ler looked up to his idol, half expecting him to get up and laugh at his face, make a fool out of him as a punishment for breaking in and snooping around, but Greed´s expression was curious and challenging, cigarette still firmly nestled between his curved lips.

After realizing that the other was being completely serious, the devotee, breathing shakily, placed a trembling hand between the musician´s legs, feeling the thin material of his boxers. The flesh beneath it, in response, throbbed against his palm, and hardened steadily as he began to caress it with drawn out movements. After a couple attempts, he managed to undo the button of Greed´s underwear, his poor heart almost exploding when his fingers grazed against the now exposed cock. He grasped around it weakly, running his thumb over the tip and side when Greed grunted:

“Don´t be a tease, love, that won´t do.”

Once-ler suddenly felt Greed´s hand on the back of his head, grabbing his hair and roughly pushing his face forward. A gasp sounded from the devotee’s lips at the feeling of the heated length pressing against his cheek, at the faint smell of sour, manly musk. Teasingly, the musician rubbed his cock on him, visibly enjoying the feeling of the smooth skin. His fan was taken aback by this act of sheer shamelessness, yet he couldn´t deny that the sensation was caused a burning in his loins, a desire for more. He turned his head just a little and gave the twitching thing a lick, wetting his lips before beginning to mouth at it experimentally. He was rewarded with an approving groan, the Rockstar bucking his hips further towards him.

“You look really fucking nice, doing that. Got a boyfriend?”

Once-ler meekly shook his head.

“Shame. Kind of a waste, I mean. A face like that should be put to good use,” Greed muttered lowly, pulling the other´s head backwards so that their eyes met. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

The devotee obeyed without question, his hot breath hitting the underside of his idols hard-on that began gliding back and forth against his tongue. Slowly but surely his mind was going hazy and his body weak, any restraints all but gone he moved his head along with the other´s thrusts mindlessly, not bothered by the slightly salty taste at all. Then, Greed pushed the tip past the already parted lips- and continued further, closing his eyes in delight at tightness that soon enveloped his cock.

Once-ler tried to relax his throat the best he could, taking quick breaths through his nose and whimpering softly. He couldn´t remember the last time he had taken something that big and had difficulties keeping his gag-reflex under control, but damn if that feeling of fullness wasn´t absolutely exhilarating. And his idol was glaring down on him with that lecherous, demanding glare that made him want to just be put into place and serve him properly.

“Don´t think that I´ll go easy on you, love. I´m going to fuck your damn throat raw, and you´re going to take every last bit of it, understood?”

Once-ler was given no chance to reply- not that he could have- as the other started to thrust harshly, firmly keeping his head in place by the hair. At this rate it didn´t take long for tears to form in the corner of the devotee´s eyes, for them to run down his cheeks as he held onto the other´s legs for support. He could barely breathe, his throat contracting around the stranger´s cock, which only made the man go harder, pushing down all the way.

“Mind the teeth, boy,” he warned, “and show a little more enthusiasm, yeah? You can surely do better than that.”

A sore whine sounded from Once-ler, and he tried to focus the best he could, hollowing out his cheeks to suck hard, flattening his tongue beneath the other´s flesh and twirling it around. His trembling hands left the Rock Star’s knees and wrapped around his hips instead, allowing him to go even deeper. Looking up with a teary gaze he stared at Greed, taking back some semblance of control as he freed himself from his grasp to move on his own, bobbing back and forth noisily, drool running down his chin and staining his shirt. He pulled back with a light pop to rub the tip between his lips, licking around it in circles before taking the whole thing back in again, tilting his head a little. His idol responded with deep, raspy pants and groans, spreading his legs further apart and leaning downwards, fingers stroking through his devotee’s locks and hips rocking rhythmically.

“Yes, fuck, that´s more like it. Mhh, I love guys like you, the ones who look all innocent but aren´t- you seem like such a sheltered momma´s boy, yet here you are sucking off a complete stranger. Not for the first time either, I bet.”

Greed let his nails streak over the back of Once-ler´s neck, causing him to moan sweetly.

“Usually I don´t do this shit with groupies, don´t want to deal with the drama. But you´re being so good… ah, if it wasn´t so bothersome I´d take you to my hotel room.”

Once-ler felt his mind go numb from the praise, skin erupting in goosebumps from the few touches he received, and desperately wanted more. He let himself be pushed down; his face buried in the folds of the other´s clothes while the man marked him with more scratches. Greed rolled his hips, almost purring in enjoyment, and his fan grew bolder as their little session continued, sliding his hand´s underneath the musician´s tight tank top, palming at the skin. He even allowed himself to abandon the pulsating cock between his lips to mouth at the man´s abs, the taste of sweat driving him wild as he dragged his tongue along the decently toned stomach. Greed shuddered, growling, then suddenly grabbed Once-ler by the chin and brought their lips together hungrily.

And dear god, it was almost too much for the young devotee, his head beginning to spin as he tasted the inside of the other´s mouth, felt the hotness of his lips, their spit mixing together… dirty and wet, sending heat through his entire body.

He craved more, yet the man pulled away, forcing him against the erect length again, smearing precum all over his already messy face. Once-ler let him, collecting some of it with the tip of his tongue, and obediently parted his lips when his idol began to push back inside.

Greed immediately began to move, sinking in his seat as he forced his admirer´s mouth up and down like a toy.

Choking and drooling, the devotee gave it all he had, knowing that his idol was close, and after just a few more thrusts thick spurts of hot seed were shooting down his throat, Greed´s grasp on his hair tightening as he groaned, slurring one cuss after another. They remained like this a little longer, Once-ler being made to take every last drop before he could finally pull away, immediately gasping for air to fill his hurting lungs. Shaking and panting, he glanced up at the other male, who flicked the butt of his long burned-out cigarette into the nearest trashcan, only to replace it with a new one.

He slowly took the first drag, blowing the smoke into Once-ler´s face teasingly.

“That wrecked look suits you, baby. I kind of want to ruin you a little more, not gonna lie.”

A startled whine sounded from the admirer´s mouth when he felt Greed place his foot between his legs, rubbing it against his painfully hard length that had been aching for attention for so long. He instinctively bucked into the sensation, desperate for any sort of contact.

“You like that, yeah? Is this the kind of shit you fantasize about?”

Once-ler didn´t have it in him to reply, instead he weakly pulled on the material of the man´s trousers, trying to get him to increase the pressure, staring at him helplessly. Flushed, pouty lips mouthed a hoarse plea as he leaned against Greed´s leg, and the musician replied with an amused smile, digging his thick heel in deeper, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. As he readjusted himself a little, a bit of ash fell from his cigarette, landing on the nape of Once-ler´s neck.

The pain of the burn did not take away from his arousal, on the contrary, it made him scream out in delight, shot a sick, sharp pleasure throughout his body, almost pushing him over the edge. He grinded against the sole of the other´s shoe like a dog, throwing his head back in hopes for more, wanting to experience the sweet feeling once again.

“Seriously?” he heard Greed mock, “not only do you like being a toy, you want to be an ashtray as well?”

“Yes,” the devotee hissed, licking his lips and shooting the other a challenging look.

The man only laughed, pressing the burning end of his cigarette against his admirer´s neck, an action that was followed by an unrestrained, ecstatic moan.

“You´re pretty fucked up, love. I like it.”

Once-ler barely registered the man´s words, clawing at his leg as he chased his pleasure. An intense tension was building up in his lower regions, amplified by the pain, and Greed´s fingertips were ghosting over his neck, tracing his nape, jaw and Adam´s apple, the unexpected gentleness contrasting wonderfully with the rough pressure he was so desperately rutting against.

“Please,” he whimpered, almost sobbing, craving his idols praise so badly, “am I a good boy?”

“The best there is, baby,” Greed replied with a predatory grin, delivering another burn right above his collarbone.

That was all it took for the admirer to reach climax, to cum messily into his underwear, seeing stars as he groaned through gritted teeth.

He slumped down, barely able to keep himself from falling over to the side, and remained like this until the musician helped him back onto his numb legs. Shaking and aching, but managing to stand mostly straight, Once-ler thanked him, too dazed to notice the strange manner the other way eyeing him with.

Greed, from somewhere, took out a notebook and a pen, ripped out a piece a paper and hastily scribbled something down that he then snuck into the back pocket of his admirer´s jeans, smirking.

“A little reward for you, darling. Head down the corridor and turn to the left, there´s a door that´ll take you outside. I´d like to hang out longer, but I have a show to run. See ya.”

With that, the Rock Star smiled cockily and put on some shades, giving his devotee a firm slap to the behind before disappearing out the door, leaving him alone in the room.

Somehow, Once-ler managed to make it out of the concert hall, to the cab and back to his hotel room that he had rented for the night, throwing himself onto the bed right away. When he awoke the next morning, sore and drenched in sweat, he got himself out of his pants and underwear, cringing at the now dried mess. And just as he was about to head to the shower, he noticed the little paper that had fallen out of his pocket. All of the memories of last night that his overwhelmed mind had pushed into the background came flooding back, making him blush heavily as he checked out the scratch and burn marks in the nearest mirror. Oh Fuck. Dear Lord.

He reached for the crinkled thing on the floor with a perturbed expression, barely managing to unfold it with how trembly his fingers were... and sank to the floor, legs weak, when he recognized Greed´s autograph, as well as a phone number with a little heart next to it.

#onceler #once-ler #fanfiction #oncest #oncelerxgreedler #im back on my bullshit lads #n/sfw #lemon

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autisticsidesau · 4 years

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Can I know more about Patton? I totally relate to using fur as a stim! I use my dogs fur to stim too! Hes a fluffy white maltese named Havok -💜

Oh! I stim with my pup too! And we do DPT sometimes when I’m overwhelmed. (tbh I started training her to do DPT bc I was writing a fic with a service dog that performs it as a task (shout out to Trixie) and I wanted to make sure I wrote it right,,,, so I just decided to teach my dog lol). It’s a great pressure stim as well as a calming presence when I have trauma responses. ~Remiel

I stim with my dog too when she lets me lol currently i'm teaching her stay and come. -Max

Okay now more about Patton and Rose!

TW: breif ableism, mentions of depressive episodes, mentions of shutdowns/meltdowns

So Patton knows he’s going to get a service dog when he’s in fifth grade and he spends the next solid months telling Logan and Emile all about his imaginary puppy

He actually gets Rose when he’s 12 and in sixth grade, and it’s a learning curve for all of them, dog included

Patton has to put a lot of effort into training Rose because service dogs take a lot of work. Tasks have to be trained an repeated and good behavior has to be rewarded while bad behavior is quickly corrected before it gets worse and could cause the dog to wash out

Patton has to accept the fact that while he does have a fun pup this dog is also his service dog and isnt just a toy/pet, it’s something that keeps him safe.

Emile and Logan have to adjust to Rose’s tasks, and respect service dog courtesy

Rose is a golden retriever and as her name suggests, she’s very good at fetch and it’s her favorite game to play

Rose has a few vests and many bandannas

And patton tends to like things with lots of colors and Patton loooooves holographic stuff cus the rainbows are such a nice stim

He has lots of patches on roses vest that are holographic because the shifting rainbows calm him down

He also has a bunch of disney patches on Roses vest

His favorite is the winnie the pooh patch his mom got him

He’s dyed Rose’s tail once or twice

Rose has a whole miniature wardrobe of accessories because Patton honestly does love having Rose’s bandanna and patches match his outfit

Patton struggles with empathy a lot

For non-people things, living or nonliving he has hyperempathy, but for people he has low empathy

He’s very very conscious of Rose’s needs and wants and does his very best to meet the because he cares about her s o m u c h

(The first few times he accidentally stepped on roses tail or fell on her ot tripped on her he nearly had a meltdown, which rose calmed him down from)

It can be a struggle at times, because it does mean that whenever Patton doesn’t have Rose with him or doesnt know where she is he’s often extremely worried and panicked

Rose has helped him the most during his depressive episodes, both by offering a routine and forcing Patton to get up to take care of her as well as providing comfort and cuddles

Patton knows a secret path to nearby softball field where he takes Rose on walks and lets her go run around in the grass and patton doesn't have to deal with people.

Rose knows that she is Patton’s Partner and understands that really she only has to listen to Patton

Meaning when she’s off duty and doesn’t want to do something that someone that isn’t Patton tells her to do,,,, she won’t do it

And then Patton will say to do it, and she’ll immediately listen

(The only exception to this is Logan. Rose always listens to Logan).

Patton’s not entirely a huge fan of people he doesn’t know (mainly adults) approaching him in stores to ask about his dog

He generally doesn’t like people touching Rose because 1. She’s working and it’s distracting 2. People then come to think they can pet any service dog they come across and 3. Rose is his and not theirs and Patton’s very protective and doesn’t like strangers near her because she’s his and technically medical equipment

Airports are the worst for this (and one time was far worse than most)

However some people try to be nice but Patton is nonverbal or he just doesn’t have the spoons to socialize people asking him about his dog can be pretty annoying

The worst is old people or Karens who try to call the manager on him and Rose because they were just shopping

What’s even worse is people who try to ask him why he needs a service dog even tho it says Autism Service Dog on the vest or come up to him to bitch about how Rose is a fake service dog or he doesn’t really need her

One time someone tried to call the cops on him which resulted in a panic attack and Rose having to perform DPT in the middle of the frozen goods aisle

One of the worst incidences was when he was running into the store to get potatoes for dinner and some lady stopped him to gripe about how Rose isn’t allowed in because she’s scared of dogs and Patton was like Lady I’m sorry I don’t have the time for this today

Patton has actually had a few good encounters though, one time while shopping Pat met a deaf veteran with a service dog and they chatted for a while and swapped numbers and Pat visits him from time to time

#autistic sides au #autistic sides ask #purple heart anon #dogs #patton miller #emile picani #logan #rose miller #autistic patton

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Forty-Six: Food ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

It’s funny how food went from a thoughtless necessity to something so...important.

Sasuke had never really given the culinary arts much consideration. Food was just...food. Sure, you could get fancy and expensive with it. Some of it is healthy, some of it is not. Some he likes, some he can’t stand. But it had no real...meaning to him. No significance.

Not until his Home Economics class.

True, cooking and food wasn’t the sole focus of the class. There was sewing, cleaning, managing a home, knowing how to care for children. In a lot of ways it felt a bit...dated, and yet it was all handy to know, once he got over the fact that he was the only guy in a class typically known as a “woman’s subject”.

But, admittedly, the days where they focused on food preparation quickly became his favorite. As neat as it was to learn to sew his own stuff, there was something about knowing about such a basic and necessary skill that was...rewarding. Satisfying.

And, well...there was one other reason.

Most of the students were underclassmen. All girls. The only other senior in the hour block was Hinata Hyūga. Someone Sasuke vaguely knew due to meshing social circles, but had never really had a chance (or reason) to speak to. While everyone else seemed a bit unnerved at his presence as both a guy and an upperclassman, Hinata had greeted him amiably, and was more often than not his partner for any activities the class took on.

She was friendly, warm...and yet quiet and attentive. Not like most other girls Sasuke typically found himself around, like Sakura or Ino. Being rather reserved himself, he found it...refreshing. Even his best friend Naruto was unapologetically loud at nearly every moment, and it was just so exhausting!

Given that the class wasn’t exactly difficult (at least not compared to his other classes, several of which were honors and AP), and the atmosphere so much more relaxed and easily paced...it quickly became one Sasuke found himself looking forward to, especially given its position at the end of the day.

So when the time came to switch classes for the semester...he really didn’t want to.

He’d made friends in the class. Learned a lot. Enjoyed all the activities, but especially all the time partnering up with Hinata, and most of all when they were cooking. Food had become more than just something to do three times a day. It’d become a hobby, and a meaningful activity between two friends.

Stressing about the change for several weeks, he’d talked to her about it, learning more about her own plans before just...deciding to stay, his father and his stuck up standards be damned. If Hinata could stand up to her own about her future in a far bigger way, then...he could do that much!

So, the rest of his senior year passed with Home Ec as his last class. It was mostly more of the same, but...that was just how he wanted it. His little retreat from the rest of the world, the rest of its expectations.

Hinata, he knew, felt very much the same.

The rest of the year, then, was spent just...enjoy it. Come graduation, Sasuke found himself a bit uneasy about the future, as many of his classmates did. But there were some things he knew would be just fine.

“Promise you’ll write?”

“I’m not going to just disappear for a year,” Hinata laughed. The ceremony was over, everyone milling about as pictures were taken and hands shook. “I’ll have my phone, and wifi whenever I can find it. Odds are I’ll be at least texting you a few times a week, okay?”

“Just...be careful.”

“Of course. I’ve been networking all year - I have friends in all the places I want to visit that I’ll be staying with, so...I’ll be f-fine. And I’ll send lots of pictures!”

“You better.”

“...I sort of wish you could come with me.”

Sasuke’s brows rose a bit. “...yeah?”

“Yeah! I mean…” She’d sheepishly tucked hair behind her ear. “Y-you’re a really good friend, Sasuke. I’m...I’m really going to miss you. And our class. No more hanging out after school baking pies, huh?”

“...yeah, guess not. Not for a while, anyway. I bet we’ll make a day of it whenever you get back, huh?”

“Yeah...if I come back,” she lightly teased. “M-maybe I’ll find someplace I really want to stay. Open up my little bakery, right?”

Sasuke couldn’t stop a soft laugh. “Yeah...then I guess I’d just have to come to you.”

“...maybe over one of your breaks, you can meet me whenever I’ll be. If...if you want.”

“...maybe I will.”

The actual goodbye was a tearful one. Going to send her off on her first flight - Hiashi nowhere to be seen - Sasuke had been a bit startled when she latched onto him tightly.

“...I’ll text you when I land.”

“...okay, good.”

“I’ll be heading s-straight to my friend’s place - she’s going to meet me at the airport. So...I won’t be alone.”

“Smart.”

“It’ll probably take me a while to settle in, so...if I go q-quiet after that, I’ll just be busy. But I’ll reply when I can.”

“Yeah...don’t worry about it. Enjoy your trip, all right? Don’t be glued to your phone. Experience it, okay?”

Finally backing up a bit, she let eyes flicker between his own. “...I will. H-have a good Summer if...if I don’t see you before you start school, okay?”

“I’ll give it my best effort, but...no guarantees.”

Smiling, she opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off as the boarding was announced. “...I better go!”

“Yeah, don’t be late.” Waving, he watched her get into line, digging out her ticket and passing through onto the plane.

Moving to a window, he’d watched it take off, a strange tightness in his chest.

...he still hadn’t told her how he felt, but...well, given that she was leaving, it felt like a pretty bad time to try. If she rejected him, it’d probably hang over her and ruin her experience. And if she didn’t - if she returned the feeling - then they’d reach that point only to be separated for an entire year.

He resolved to do it when she got back. Part of him was, admittedly, a bit worried she’d meet some cool foreign guy on her travels and forget about him. But at the same time...he also knew she wasn’t the sort to get swept up like that. Sure, she was a bit of a romantic, but...not that bad.

Summer seemed to crawl by. He kept up his cooking habits, still delighting his mother whenever he joined in to help with dinner.

“Going to be lonely around here, won’t it?”

“Huh?”

“Oh come now, Sasuke,” Mikoto had gently chided. “You think I didn’t notice you moping around after Hinata left?”

Startled pink bloomed in his cheeks, and his mother’s knowing smirk revealed she realized more than he’d let on.

“...she’ll be back before you know it. You two have something tying you together, after all. It might seem like ages, but...time has a way of flying the older you get. She’ll have her adventure, and probably be a different person when she gets back. But food, more than anything else, brings people together. And you two met over it, right? That’s a guarantee she’s a keeper.”

“Mom,” Sasuke had groaned, earning a laugh at his embarrassed tone.

“Sorry, sorry...I’m just so proud of how much you’ve grown this year. It’s nice to have this to share with you. And I know Hinata feels the same way.”

Staring down at the tomato he was peeling, he went quiet for a moment.

“...yeah. I hope so.”

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to days 98, 108, 139, 227, 284, 301, and 331!) This is...a little short, and I wanted to write one more scene, but I am just...too wiped, lol - maybe I'll have a chance to wrap this one up before the challenge is over! And yes, to anyone just tuning in / behind, I'm still going though 2019 is over. I WON'T GIVE UP xD It's been 365 days, but I haven't written my 365 pieces, so I'm gonna plough through and finish up, no matter when it actually ends! ...*coughs* Anyway...more of the Home Ec verse. I know this had a lot of time skipping in it, but...well, with the challenge almost over, and without much left to write, I figured I'd just hop forward. I have one more idea for it, and depending on how prompts go, maybe it'll happen in the challenge. If not, I'll just...write it on its own, lol BUT, now I'm gonna go sleep. One thing I'll look forward to once this is over is (hopefully) getting to bed at a better hour x'D Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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comicteaparty · 4 years

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March 14th-March 20th, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from March 14th, 2020 to March 20th, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

How do you react to readers predicting your plot twists?

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

Depends when they do. A page or two before it happens? Both of us get to feel clever. Yay! Months ahead? Well, obviously the thing I thought a a big twist ain't it, so I get to decide what other thing to focus on. I usually don't change the plot on reader predictions, but I can always change how a twist is presented from "Big surprise! Bet you didn't expect that" to "Well, ain't it neat to FINALLY have confirmation about that thing?"

Funnily, the best plottwist I ever wrote was in my now defunct comic. I thought it was obvious, but my few readers went "WOAH, didn't see THAT coming." So these days I try to just write the story and let the twists fall where they may.

Pistashi

ASDFPHIaewpf a friend of mine was reading my comic and he was making a lot of theories, a bunch of them was way off but he managed to be 100% accurate about one of his theories and I just started laughing nervously when he talked to me about it before it happened in the comic. This was years ago and the thing already happened and it's not a big deal anymore, but at the time I felt proud to write something that was obscure enough to not be on the reader's face but at the same time having someone figure it out after connecting the dots

I have little twists that happen in a more funny way, and it's usually used for comedy, and my readers seem to like it

but that's probably because of the expectations in humor coming from my writing style

which is usually bad puns and character reactions to absurd situations

and I agree witch chalcara, sometimes we can feel like we failed a plot twist when people see it from miles away

which is true, but sometimes even when they figure it out it's best to leave it as it is

I've seen a lot of writers fucking up their stories by changing plot twists that were stablished just because "people found out too early", and retconing a lot of the story in result

like, making a plot twist consists in creating some kind of foreshadowing

to make the twist not seem too forced and taken from nowhere

also to make it rewarding for those who searched deep for those clues

idk I love these little foreshadowing/clues we can leave for our readers

to make the twists even more powerful and meaningful

RebelVampire

I want to second a lot of the above. A plot twist should not be completely unguessable. Because if nobody guesses it, it means to most readers it's gonna feel like it makes no sense and came out of nowhere. The goal of a true twist is to have as few people as possible guess it but then when it's revealed, the reader smacks their head going "how could I miss all these clues."

Pistashi

exactly

Deo101 [Millennium]

Readers predicting things usually makes me lead with "oh no, I'm predictable!!!" And then makes me thing "wait, no, it means they're picking up on the hints I've left behind." Though sometimes it's predictable, like if someone guesses the actions of the next few pages, that's less of the readers picking up on hints and more just guessing right. But guessing big plot things, j think, is a reflection that I'm making things as clear as I need to, and I'm rather fond of it

Tantz Aerine (Without Moonlight)

99% of the times I am delighted if they guess the plot twist. I like it when I feel like my readers are on the same page as me (pun ...maybe not intended?) and see where things are going. Since my stuff is character driven, it tells me they can read the characters and their personalities well enough. However there was this one time when I had intentionally depicted something that was not going to be the historical norm (namely the p-51 mustangs' coats of paint on a cruiser in the opening scene of my WWII webcomic Brave Resistance). A war history buff called me out on it IMMEDIATELY saying "wait, these aren't how they're supposed to be!" and nearly spoiled the entire plot on page 2! I had to DM him to tell him to tone it down, and explain to him why the planes where the way they were. He apologized and stopped, but I'd wanted to throttle him for a while there

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I agree with Rebel re: the purpose of a plot twist. In that sense, though, I don't think my story even has plot twists. There is no moment anywhere in the story where I want the readers to go "how could I have missed all the clues!!!" ... On the spectrum of brainy vs hearty, my story is very close to the extreme end of hearty. Like, think of stories like The Little Prince or My Sweet Orange Tree. Even when unexpected things happen, it's never about the brilliant reveal. The most shocking thing in My Sweet Orange Tree comes out of nowhere, and it works for that book. Heart of Keol is a lot like those two in this regard. Not exactly the same, but pretty dang similar!

So back to the question, honestly? I want people to be able to guess. The usual bane of my existence is the opposite problem: people not knowing wtf is going on. My story isn't supposed to draw its strength from its surprises, so guess away (edited)

eli [a winged tale]

I love it when the reader guesses the gist of the plot twist a few pages just before the reveal. I sort of follow the novel structure idea that the reader should see what’s coming next right before it hits them, hence rewarding their investment in the story. Wild speculations without the clues I’ve planted are interesting. It does make me wonder if I relied too much on tropes or left too big of the crumbs. That being said, I’m not too fussed by readers predicting the general directions of the plot because it’s all about the character reactions. Could they predict that too? Maybe, to a degree. But there are a lot of subtext I try to write in my characters that give some nuances that I feel may entertain even those who guess correctly how the story would go. TL;DR: guess away. Love reading theories. The story is set so I won’t be changing anything big but perhaps layer the reveal with subtleties.

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

I've actually never had readers guess what's coming next. I mean, unless you count obvious, broad stuff (such as "the MCs get together"). I mean, it IS a romance. But in regards to big plot events, no one has gotten remotely close with their predictions (which kind of surprises me, because I drop clues everywhere). To be fair, I'm only a chapter in, so I guess it makes sense. But I am excited for the day when people finally guess

eli [a winged tale]

Same Cronaj! The predictions I’m speaking of are from my betas reading the entire script I love it when then go—- “omg this [plot point] must mean [reveal!]” .... right before the reveal

Feather J. Fern

If anyone does pick out certian plot twists I will be like "Yesssss people do think like me, I am not crazy" XD because most of my twists are all shown from the start through hidden background things so if people found them I am excited they took time and effort to figure out twists

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

I love it. I haven’t been disappointed about it yet, and I don’t think I will be. It doesn’t make me change the twists at all - in fact, I’ve even shifted some story elements around to give the readers even more confirmation that they’re right, earlier on in the plot. I want to reward them with a treat, and now they can revel in their cleverness a bit longer Hee hee.

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I love it too, but I don't change things to make readers more right like LadyLazuli does. Sometimes I'm tempted to, though! My readers have good ideas!

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

I like plot twists so I like to set a hint of them off early tbh (edited)

but I try not to make it too obivous :3c

tho for those who like to guess, I welcome it. I like hearing folks and their interpretations even if it's not what I'm going for too lol

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

Admittedly, a lot of it is due to the nature of the medium. I know that webcomics take ages to get to major reveals or spoilers - I can wait to totally-confirm things, but I can't wait to... almost-confirm things? I don't want people to get tired or frustrated. I know I've gotten angry at anime shows that take 20 episodes to confirm something we guessed at episode 1, so I like when these things are all but confirmed early on. It can be really fun to know a secret that, maybe, the heroes don't know. It gives an extra layer of STOP, NO, DON'T GO IN THERE! in times of danger

But given my propensity to practically s c r e a m my spoilers to people who I can trust with the plot... a lot of it is just me bursting at the seams wanting to say YES YOU'RE CORRECT.

Patience and restraint. Essential things in webcomics

eli [a winged tale]

Indeed! So much patience needed I do love some excellent plot twists executed just chefs kiss

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Yes! I just want to tell readers, "Oh God, you're right! Good job!" But instead I usually respond with a ":)" or "I like this analysis!" Which I think is basically just confirming it. But if it's a real life friend? I cannot resist from telling them everything. I've even spilled spoilers in this chat before, trusting that most people here haven't read my comic. Kind of backfired when I reached a major plot point and someone commented, "She's been waiting to bust out this plot point for so long." Oops, guess someone did read my forum posts. But even if I did spoil things in the comments, is it really that big of a deal? I'm the kind of person where spoilers don't detract from my experience of things and sometimes even adds to it. But some people care about spoilers, so.(edited)

eli [a winged tale]

Haha yeah it’s honestly so freeing to just tell someone about the spoilers

Here’s what I have planned that will wreak the readers muahaha

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Past me could super relate to that! But these days I don't really want to TELL people? I'm not sure if that's because I've changed as a person, or if it's because this story is different from my previous ones. That being said, my patience is not infinite. I am itching to SHOW people. Can't wait to get to those Big Scenes

"Big" is a weird adjective here because they're very small scenes in some ways. Very intimate/personal

But... you guys know what I mean. The scenes that every longform webcomicker is dying to get to

Mei

Oh gosh, I agree that plot twists shouldn't be entirely out of the blue, since it's nice to have the hints that give people the crumbs to follow a trail. But like, since I write a lot of these chapters way in advance, and if I had the chance I'd love for them to be readable in one go as opposed to a page per week, I fear that I'm boring people with a predictable punchline? That being said, I get so many comments that predict the end of the chapter or the punchline or the joke. And I'm always like "haha maybe????" but inside i'm like "oh my god, they got me, THEY GOT ME"

Ohh yeah keii I get what you mean

the scenes you're like, checking your watch, checking your current pagecount, and thinking "soon I'll get to draw it, and it will be marvellous"

eli [a winged tale]

Oh gosh those scenes for me are at the finale

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

TBH last time I got to one of those scenes (which was very recent), my anxiety skyrocketed because I was expecting someone to say something harsh. Because it happened in all of the previous ones. But this time it went well, so hopefully the future ones will, too?

eli [a winged tale]

Yay!

Deo101 [Millennium]

I think for me, I worry more than anything that it will ruin things for other readers, rather than me worrying so much about someone guessing right or me sharing spoilers.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Someone DID say something harsh, but it was right before the actual scene and not about the scene and a lot of people got fed up with their attitude so I felt like it wasn't my fault, lol

eli [a winged tale]

Ruin things for other readers? Oh like someone predicting correctly in the comments?

Deo101 [Millennium]

Also yay! I always get anxiety about those kinds of scenes

Yes, someone predicting Something

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Well thought-out predictions are a lot of fun to read though, as a reader going through the comment section

eli [a winged tale]

I guess I stopped minding it and now embrace it they could be wrong or right and who knows until we get there~

Oh totally!

Deo101 [Millennium]

Oh I don't mind so much, but that doesn't mean I don't worry a bit too!

J like reading them for me, but I still think "I wonder if this will ruin it for someone else"

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Occasionally there are problems with Korean webcomics that were originally webnovels? Because people who've read the novel version sometimes spoil things in the comic comment section, and that's not cool. They're not even theorizing, they're straight up spoiling.

Deo101 [Millennium]

eli [a winged tale]

Oh no that’s bad

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

But if people are theorizing, and the theories turn out to be right, that's all very fun IMO!

Mei

ugh when people spoil things it irritates me to no end. Let people enjooy it for what it is!

and yes!! that's one of my fave things too

Deo101 [Millennium]

Yeah, every reader is different though. I have some people who explicitly have asked me not to share spoilers, and others who kinda beg for them! So I worry if some people don't like to see predictions (I know my dad doesn't like when I guess things in a movie)

Mei

theorising, discussing with other fans, just chatting about what you think may or may not happen

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Sometimes you even see comments like "Hurry up, Konans! I'm too tired to think, so post some good interpretations/theories!" lol (Konan as in the detective... in Korea, it's a term for hardcore theorizers in webcomic comment sections)

Oh, I think movies are different

I don't want any form of verbal remarks while I'm watching a movie

Or like, if I'm marathonning a show with my bro, we're entirely silent except between episodes.

But comment section is like, you have to actually go there.

Deo101 [Millennium]

Some people might be like that for comics, too. Idk. I'm not trying to say i don't like to see theories I'm just trying to think of everything that makes me worry about them is all.

And for me, the biggest worry would be that someone seeing a prediction would make them enjoy my comic less. It doesn't mean I necessarily think it's all that common, but I refuse to say it won't happen I think

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Personally, I think that's not an issue unless you confirm the commenter's theories

like I've seen theories for things online where my first reaction is "that's dumb, that would never happen" and then it happens

some people will latch onto another person's theory, others will reject it, but i don't think people will take it as a spoiler in advance

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Yeah, theories are just theories

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I mean I know some people don't even want to hear other readers' theories, but if they are that extreme, they need to avoid the comment section on their own IMO?

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

like... cool, I respect your preferences, but you can't hold me responsible, pal!

Deo101 [Millennium]

Again I'm not trying to say I don't like theories or I don't want them I'm just trying to think of all potential issues with them

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Granted, I'm one of those people who will scroll through the comments and read theories because I like to see all the smart people reveal the clues to dumb people like me

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I can relate to that

@Deo101 [Millennium] Understandable! Just don't be too hard on yourself for things that you can't control

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Those geniuses that remember details from 30 chapters ago and somehow manage to connect the dots

Mei

Exactly! The comment section is there, but it's their choice to read it, and also like it's not your fault either? like they're not YOUR comments

haha in our RPG games sometimes people drop character plot hints way at the start of the campaign, and my friend will turn up, 7 months later, " remember when Character A said this? I remember"

and everyone's like "what the heck?!" some people are just detectives

they can see it, they see the matrix

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Anyway, I love when my readers theorize! I don't believe any reader has guessed any of the major plot twists in the first two books, despite there being enough evidence beforehand to make a guess (closest was "whatever zebugu's doing, it's not evil this time" but not the specifics of what he was doing). Though, if they had, I wouldn't mind, since that's max two years they gotta wait before the reveal (and that's assuming they guess it on the cover page lol). Book 3 is a different beast - strictly speaking, there's enough evidence for someone to predict both twists at the end of the book, right now. And... that may be an issue, given that this book will take over three years to reach those twists. So... we'll see if anyone guesses them. What's weirdest is when people guess things almost correctly with absolutely NO hints. And it's some super specific and minor thing like "Mizuki is secretly the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old dragon". Like... there haven't even been dragons mentioned in the comic up to this point. Nor any events from a thousand years ago. And like, that's not exactly the truth, but how do you get THAT close???(edited)

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

They see E V E R Y T H I N G

eli [a winged tale]

Sometimes it’s a trope thing? But yeah wild speculations can be so wild but so spot on

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

but there aren't any fantasy creatures in the comic, at all!

except a squid with feet!

eli [a winged tale]

Lol whaaaat then yea not sure where the dragon part came from then

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Sherlock Holmes readers lol

eli [a winged tale]

Yeah detective Conan lol

Deo101 [Millennium]

Joke gone awry

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

basically

Feather J. Fern

Well I mean I have crack theories about random people being random things too so...

I can see where they come from XD

sagaholmgaard

tbh I think my comic is fairly easy to predict as it has a pretty straightforward narrative xD but I don't have that many readers yet so maybe in the future! I would have fun reading people's guesses and predictions :D

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

AAA my readers right now are so accurate. They're so smart. They make me want to post my entire buffer right now and prove them right.

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I wonder if anyone would be able to predict the next things happening in joe is dead

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I at least have no idea what's going to happen next but am looking forward to it anyways(edited)

🌈ERROR404 🌈

i know that it's only because TH is still quite new, and I haven't gotten to the meat of the story yet, but i like reading some of the really out there predictions and worries i get in some of the comments lol

AntiBunny

I will never tell someone if their guess is right or wrong, but if they do guess it, it probably means I'm foreshadowing well.

Then again I also find myself writing by the seat of my pants, so plans are subject to change.

kayotics

The original question mentions “plot twists” but I’m never trying to make a plot twist personally. I may intentionally obfuscate things, but I don’t ever try to do wild twists and turns. So when a reader predicts what will happen, I actually don’t mind, and I’m pretty happy that it’s following a logical chain of events. On the other hand, when readers are totally off base, I think that’s REALLY fun.

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

Most of my readers feel that my comics are twisty and surprising, but I often get at least one reader who correctly guesses what will happen, even if sometimes they’re joking or think their theory is wild and out there. Honestly it feels pretty awesome to have a reader shrewd enough to puzzle out the clues, because that means they’re really paying attention. I don’t have a very big audience and most of the time they’re silent, so anytime someone leaves a comment that is carefully thought out, it makes me really happy. As for the times readers joke or wildly speculate but inadvertently hit the nail right on the head, I find those very amusing. I really love stories with well done twists and turns, and so I try very hard to execute good plot twists that have enough foreshadowing to be ‘Aha!’ moments rather than ‘Where did that even come from?’ moments. So I love when readers are both properly misdirected AND when they pick up on the clues and deduce the twist.(edited)

DanitheCarutor

Does my comic have plot twists? I don't really think about it. People have correctly guessed things that will happen in a chapter, someone even guessed correctly on the climax when a character named Daniel was introduced... well, it was more like "I hope things don't turn out like -blank-!". I don't mind, just because they guessed something correctly doesn't mean they know how the story will go for sure, it just means that they're theorizing and that is something I always encourage. I don't think that means the story is boring or predictable either, some people are just really good at that stuff. Even though I don't think my comic is very mysterious/unpredictable it's still impressive when someone pays attention to all the little visual and dialogue details, then guessing correctly about a future event based on them. Nothing more flattering than someone enjoying your comic enough to analyze it.

Lmao! I can't tell you how many movies I've ruined for people because I guessed a plot twist correctly.

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

Haha, honestly same. I’m not allowed to make predictions during movies or TV shows anymore bc I almost always get it right. XD Webcomics I find a bit more unpredictable, though, because most of them aren’t nearly as formulaic as mainstream film.

DanitheCarutor

Yeah! Even if it's not obvious most of the time movies go by a pattern or set of traits, once you learn how they go a film or TV show becomes a lot more easy to figure out right away. The only time I'm stumped is when the movie is really surreal or absolutely awful. That's the nice thing about webcomics in a way. I assume a lot of creators haven't had professional training, and we want to tell a story more than be entertaining to the masses, so stories are less predictable. They don't always go by a formula, which can be refreshing.

Capitania do Azar

Aw man I would love to have some theories, but for the time unfortunately I don't I'm always super curious about how readers interpret things given they don't have an inside view of things

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ninja-scenarios · 6 years

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Any headcanons for our favorite snake to celebrate his birthday? ;D Your choice!~

I´m a little late but of course I can´t say no to that!! This got out of hand again but I can´t help it, I love this bastard TT__TT

Orochimaru boyfriend headcanons + small scenario

Since I already did some for Otogakure Oro, these will take place before he left Konoha

- Will be 100% oblivious if someone is romantically interested in him. He´ll be able to spot sexual attraction, but other than that he just doesn´t care about other people. The constant aura of superiority doesn´t help with his seemingly untouchable nature

- will also despise anyone weak or a common citizen – yet as much as Orochimaru sneers at the thought, these factors alone won´t prevent him from potentially falling in love

- the majority of the village is already scared of Orochimaru. Since he was the student of the Hokage everyone knows him and the citizens have a hard time not believing the rumours or gossip. They still show respect though and Orochimaru thrives on it

- if the snake boi falls in love once, it will always be against his will. Orochimaru thinks feelings are weakening your strength and clouding your senses. It´s better not to love at all since death and break-ups are constant factors in life, so what is the point of a romantic relationship if his partner is going to part with him anyways one way or another?

- dates are a waste of time. If you want to get closer to him, you´ll have to go on missions together or offer to help him with some of the tasks he gets as a shinobi. Getting Orochimaru to take on help is a whole task in itself though, so it will be much more rewarding if you are the one seeking help. Again, having the great Sannin help you requires a very good opportunity. The best way of getting to know him is probably luck, or befriending Jiraiya and Tsunade

- once Orochimaru gets into a relationship, things won´t really change. Most of the time, no one will be able to tell that he has a partner since his focus lays unchangedly on his studies and goals. PDA is a big no-no. DA in general are a nuisance. The few days a month when he can be seen with his partner, the two will probably be eating together or take a stroll around town, but not holding hands or kissing

- it´s very embarrassing for Orochimaru to meet his teammates while he´s in company of his partner. Like hell he´s gonna admit that he has actual feelings. He already has a hard time calling Jiraiya and Tsuna his “friends”, so you can imagine that you will have to do the majority of the talking to avoid Orochimaru´s tight, short answers. Should Jiraiya hit on his partner he will SNAP

- it won´t come to a surprise that Orochimaru is not the most affectionate. While he is not opposed to one night stands, he has a hard time showing how much he cares about another person. Being in a relationship usually means compromising on both sides, and Orochimaru is definitely not willing to change anything about his life for someone else

- would never get into a relationship with someone who he only knew for a short time. Orochimaru doesn´t trust anyone but himself, so it will be hard to make him open up to you and admit his feelings. He could only do that with someone he knew for a longer time or grew close with. There´s no “I want to be together with you” or “I like you really much”. The official start of your relationship will probably slip by completely unnoticed or be initialized with a “You´re mine.” from Orochimaru´s side.

- you´ll probably feel more like his possession rather than his partner

- he won´t attend any events or family celebrations or something like that with you

- you´ll feel sad for a lot of the time, since he has no parents he can introduce you to and obviously doesn´t know real love. But god forbid you´re gonna talk to him about these things

- Orochimaru has a hard time with showing his feelings and whenever he does, you still won´t be 100% sure if it´s not a disguise. He often cradles your cheek and strokes your hair, but that´s about everything he´ll initiate. Orochimaru is like a cat, luring you in with his beauty yet not wanting to be touched most of the time. On many occasions he´s also in a bad mood due to some people not doing what they are supposed to, so when you use the few opportunities to hug and kiss him, Orochimaru will surprisingly let you.

- a lot of qickies. Orochimaru treats sex as a way to reduce stress and relax. It´s not often that he initiates lovemaking because of his own arousal, yet if he sees you with clear want in your eyes he´ll find himself unable to turn you down. Still, he won´t take much time for it and will want to rather quickly start working again right after. There´s no aftercare if you´re not hurt, since it´s also a waste of time

- still has some very good techniques when it comes to sex. I don´t think I have to mention that he can eat you out like a pro and has pretty good stamina. He´s also very flexible and holds a great amount of knowledge about the human body. Most likely he´ll try to get the both of you off asap since he doesn´t see the point in unnecessarily drawing out pleasure. Yet even if it doesn´t seem like it, he wants you to have a good time and get pleased

- there will also only be one or two times a month you can have the pleasure of a make-out session. There simply is no time. Yet very, very few times Orochimaru´s mask will actually split and he´ll cradle your head in his hands and kiss you like there´s no tomorrow

-Orochimaru is rough. Not only when he fights, but also with you. There are times when you can get hurt, for example during sex or during his rough kisses,and he won´t apologize. But he´ll take care of your wounds.

- only needs 3 to 4 hours of sleep. He´ll let you live with him yet don´t come up with the idea of touching any of his stuff. You´ll sleep alone for the most time, yet when you feel him slip into bed next to you he´ll allow his cover to slip just for the slightest bit in the dead of night and hold you tight

- even if it doesn´t seem like it, Orochimaru will have a bad time when he sees that you´re upset or sad because of something. He won´t always have time to listen to you or solve the problem, yet he´ll feel strangely empty when you´re not there and gaze up at him with your usual adoring look

- “I love you” is not in Orochimaru´s vocabulary

- imagine when you break down the news to your family and friends. Everyone will be SHOCKED. You melted the ice of the creepy snake person??? Probably a few people won´t even believe you, you can´t really be mad at them about it though

- once in a blue moon, when the little academy students are allowed to leave earlier and run through the streets, chattering and laughing, Orochimaru thinks about having children. He will only allow himself to think about the topic for a few seconds before brushing it off as the painful memory of his parents comes right to mind. But the question will last the whole day, always lingering in the back of his head

- he is still testing in which ways he can use his snakes as reliable spies, so be sure to always have a few of them around wherever you go

- he lives in a basement, since he has to keep the same temperature for the snakes and his lab is located underground, so you´ll spend the majority of your time together by trying to drag him out of there so he actually gets some sunlight

- on some days you also have to remind him to eat. Usually he can get kind of snarky (even more than usual) when hungry/hangry, so many times you find yourself preparing food

- the topic of food is also a big one. Orochimaru is not used to someone caring about him like this. He is an adult, he is self-sufficient and a mastermind, so he won´t admit that some things also slip through his grasp. So when you suddenly show up with prepared food, especially made for your partner when he never (or just for a short time) had a mother to cook for him, Orochimaru is sheer overwhelmed with the amount of affection. After he snapped out of it, he´ll behave as if you´ve done something unnecessary, because of course he was just about to eat something. But internally, he´ll be thankful and make sure to pay you a little of the affection back in some way. Maybe he´ll give you a kiss, maybe he´ll order one of his supporters to run an errand for you, but in some way you´ll know that he appreciated your gesture.

- is not picky with what to eat, as long as it´s healthy. After all food is only a way to gain strength, so things like flavours or decorations are unnecessary. Also, giving it overly much effort is a waste of time. However, if it tastes really well, Orochimaru will be thankful

- will probably put stuff for his researches (or if he has a job?) before you. Always. It´s a quite common thing with him and it already happened when you two were dating, so it´s not news. Still though, sometimes it makes you feel unappreciated and disappointed. Orochimaru won´t know how to deal with your sudden change of feelings, his beautiful golden eyes will stare into your own and try to figure out what exactly caused it. In these times you feel like one of his experiments. Eventually, Orochimaru will get off a little earlier than usual so that he´ll be able to spend some time with you

- doesn´t set great value upon birthdays. His own one is the worst, because it´s just a reminder that time is running out, that he spent another year trying to reach his goal and failed. It wouldn´t be wise to make a huge deal out of it and Orochimaru will probably also forget your birthday or anniversaries. Things like dates don´t have a meaning for him

- as soon as the word about your relationship spreads around the village, you´ll notice that people treat you differently. You´ll receive more respect and sometimes get the vibe that they´re scared of you. Also, I think the reputation of Orochimaru´s strength and potential rumours will nullify every other person´s attempt on hitting on you, so making Orochimaru jealous with anybody will unfortunately not work out!The whole thing is a change for you, there could also be people who could be hostile towards you now

-Orochimaru treats you kindly and uses his way of affection (cradling your cheek, gazing down at you with his beautiful eyes, as if he´d want to decoy you) whenever you are around, even though he hasn´t much time to give. Whenever you knock on his door you´ll hear a gentle “Come in, my dear.” And wonder everytime how he knew it was you

- when you´re both alone, Orochimaru will sometimes even kiss you and ask you to sit on his lap. It feels so good to spend time with him and hold his hand.

- honestly, Orochimaru will persuade himself of not actually being in love with you. No, he´s only using you for cover, for your body… but when you smile at him, he can´t deny that it´s pulling at the place where his heart is supposed to be

- total surveillance. There will be times when you have done something he forbid, the next time you see him and he looks into your eyes you can see that he knows. It´s scary and you´ll feel totally caged and helpless

- should Orochimaru ever run into your family, don´t expect him to go with “I love you, so I love your family as well”. Absolutely not

- tbh Orochimaru is not able to commit to a relationship. Someone first has to show him what love is

~~~ somewhere in Konoha:

You were surprised to find Orochimaru´s office empty for once. Usually his closest supporter was around and of course a handful of snakes, but not this time. You beamed with the opportunity of getting a little time together with the Sannin. Orochimaru noticed you coming in, turning away from a bookshelf to smile upon you.

“Goodmorning, my dear.” His gentle words warmed your heart and soon you were in his arms, laying your head upon his chest where you felt his low chuckle vibrate. Nimble, elegant fingers combed through your hair while Orochimaru let his gaze drift over your form. You told him about your day at the academy, about how the little girl from your team said she was happy to have you as her Sensei. For a small second, the snake´s eyes shone with pride and he nodded approvingly. “I knew you worried over nothing, dear. You´re an excellent teacher.”

Even though it were probably only a few minutes, you soaked up his attention hungrily like a sponge, wrapping your arms around him and claiming your partner as you sat down in his armchair. Orochimaru´s golden eyes locked with yours and narrowed kindly in a smile. Next thing you shared a sweet kiss, huddled up to one another behind closed doors.

Even though moments like this were rare you treasured them like gold, willing to wait for them if you must.

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druidcore · 6 years

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nsfw alphabet and split it up between all of our muses because... stealing your words... IDC DO IT DANI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Tessa I can imagine being super snuggly after sex. Running her finger down Ford’s chest, sighing contentedly like a happy little kitten. She stretches out, burrows down into the bed and will stroke Ford all over. Her hands will grip his biceps and rub all the way down to his hands and up again, while she hums.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

April’s favorite body part for herself is actually her stomach. She’s spent hours before in front of her mirror running her hands over her taut skin, admiring the way her ribs don’t protrude, but expand like wings wrapped around her heart. She deeply romanticizes forgotten ares of her body showing them the love that the rest of her body gets without prompting, but her stomach is her favorite one. She intends to preserve it forever.

On Dominic, her favorite body part is his back. It’s corded with muscle speaking of years and years of dedicated work and labor. She daydreams daily of kissing him there, an inch above his jeans all the way to the nape of his neck. Her fingers itch to knead into his skin, working out all the tension and stress knotted there. His back is magnificent.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

One of Rhiannon’s dirtiest fantasies is to have not one –– but multiple people cum on her face. There’s something to the act, a little degrading and a little rewarding which pleases her. To be an object of desire that not just one but two (or even three) guys are obsessed with is something that has always fascinated her. She’s never admitted it to anyone though, out of partial shame and fear that she’ll be ridiculed or slut-shamed for it. Opinions on the matter tend to vary, and if she’d ever do it, she’d want to do it with people that wouldn’t make her feel dirty (in a bad way) for it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Penelope once masturbated in the Quidditch stands. She was one of the only people there –– it was a cold day out –– and the Slytherin team was likely practicing and she was trying to study, but the more she watched them practice, the more she got the urge to do something a little… dirty. And before she knew it, her fingers were her down her skirt, behind her books. She came once and instantly stopped. The whole experience was incredible, but extremely nerve-wracking and she never did anything of the like again.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Safe to say Mandy’s got little to no experience. The first boyfriend she had tried to pressure her into sex and she didn’t want to and ended up running out of his house. The most they did was over the top petting and he made her stroke him and she hated it because he kept pointing out everything she was doing wrong, and it was all just too much too fast. And then her next boyfriend was a kid from her mom’s Church, and she set them up, and when Mandy was making out with him and actually wanted to jerk him off, he shamed her and made her feel dirty. Her relationships since have been with guys who make out with her and bring her to family events and stuff, but she always gets cheated on with other girls “willing to put out”. Because she’s from a small town there’s word around that she’s a goody goody among the school kids and then that she’s promiscuous among the church kids. Either way, no one is giving her any, so she hasn’t had chances to explore what she likes or not.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Ronan’s favorite position is actually simple missionary –– he likes to see a woman’s pleasure on her face as he’s, ahem, giving it to her. And honestly, what woman would protest that? Having him above with a hand braced on the wall, driving into her? It’s been nothing than successful so far.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Zahra is definitely kinda goofy. She likes to make her partners feel comfortable and will probably like laugh and smile a lot during sex, which sometimes intimidated some of her ex boyfriends because they weren’t secure in their confidence as a result of hers. She likes having fun, wild sex and trying new things and sometimes kind of embarrassing incidents occur and sometimes you just have to laugh them off and she’s great at that.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Before the whole apocalypse started, Willa occasionally shaved down there when she had to –– for bikini season and for swimming classes. But after, obviously things sort of took a turn. Razors weren’t really one of the most important things to stock-pile or focus on, so that… kind of took a backseat to bigger and more important things. Still, when her and JP started sleeping together, she put an effort into finding a pair of scissors at at least trimming a little when things got too wild. She’s not too bothered about the situation down there though, she’s never been too hairy, and honestly if he can’t deal with her body hair during the zombie apocalypse, there’s no way they’re ever going to make it out of it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Nesrin has a hard time being intimate, if she thinks about it. Her favorite sex positions are reverse cow-girl and doggy, just because that level of eye contact and kissing during sex are so... intense and she never knows how to handle it. She’s never really had sex with someone she was in love with, and whether she knows it or not, it’s like she’s subconsciously waiting to be fully intimate (and romantic) with someone she does genuinely have feelings for. Malcolm, probably, would be the first. Uh oh.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Fallon can never get herself off. It’s just one of those things where it’s unsatisfying and she’s always left more frustrated after than before. She can’t manage to get out of her head –– she needs to be firmly planted in the moment to really get off. Her inability to do so leaves her feeling discontent and insecure. She’s tried –– believe her, but at a certain point she sort of just gave up and hasn’t bothered to keep trying. Now she only orgasms when someone (Graham) gives her one.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mera’s definitely got a huge daddy kink and is always interested in a lg/dd type relationship. She wants to be pampered in every aspect of life and being “daddy’s little princess” is something that highly appeals to her. Her dating history has always landed her with attractive but trifling and broke men and so she needs someone sturdy and reliable, but still a little wild and sexy (and preferably rich lmao) to lay it down good, and spoil her with goodies and love and lots of sex.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Dana’s favorite places to “do the do” are pretty wild, as compared to the usual bed, bathroom, etc. She likes doing it in wide open spaces. Her biggest fantasy is to do it in big palace courtyard or something of the sort. Other places that rank up there are rooftops (element of danger there, obviously) and her high-school basketball court (the acoustics in that thing are phenomenal okay??).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There’s just something about sexting in plain view which gets Lauren wet like no other. When her and Josh are on opposite ends of the counter, looking so innocent as they wait for new customers in silence, but being so absolutely filthy in reality, she sometimes feels like she could hop onto the counter and ask him to have sex right there and then.

And the way his arms flex whenever he does anything flexible is also an incredible turn on. He’s got strong arms, and large palms. She finds herself daydreaming about their imprint on her ass more often than not.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Taylor’s absolute biggest no-no is anything to do with bodily fluids separate from cum. No golden showers, none of that. Despite being pretty nasty in bed, this is the one thing she’ll be super judgemental about and easily disgusted by, not only because personal hygiene is important to her, but because she also thinks it spawns terrible expectations and ideas in people’s minds.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Wes likes to receive more –– but that’s just because he’s so used to giving in all other aspects of his life, that getting feels like a huge gift to him? I feel like he really savors and appreciates every single blowjob he ever gets. As for his own skill in giving, his first girlfriend was older than him and boy did teach him him well.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Cassia is as #romantic #aesthetic sex as it gets. I’m talking like, candles and having slow sex in the moonlight. It’s hips writhing like the slow roll of the ocean waves and the drawn-out rise and plunge of herself on his length. It’s the complete opposite of frenzied. It’s intense, and yes, incredibly sensual. It’s a stimulation all over the body, everywhere they touch.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It depends on the person she’s with, when it comes to Aislinn. She’s come to hate them with her boyfriend, because it feels impersonal and almost disrespectful, but she has a feeling that might not be the case with Jax, because he actually pays her pleasure attention.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Parker’s kind of wild tbh. He’s experimented a lot. He love love loves rectal stimulation and is always down to try new things, including but not limited to: threesomes, sex parties, sex swings, swinging… Anything along those lines he’s always ready to try at least once. His mantra happens to be: try it once, and if you don’t like it try it again just to make sure.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Justine is kind of-kind of not a virgin. There’s never been time to lose her virginity to someone, as in have sex, but she has broken her hymen before using –– yes, you guessed it –– a hairbrush. It hurt a lot and she had to weather it herself, but it hasn’t scared her off sex. She just hasn’t had time to have a boyfriend or anything, but she’s eager to actually have sex for the first time, especially since she won’t have to deal with the pesky issue of losing her virginity to someone who’ll blunder through it. She wants someone experienced who will take care of her right. But again, where even is the time?

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Tessa has tons, tons, tons of toys. In her line of work she prided herself on not having to sleep with anyone, but since a) not many of her past boyfriends had ever been adept at finding her G spot (or her clit) and b) she’s sometimes had to go through long dry spells without sex, she’s built up quite a nice little collection of toys. She tends to prefer dildos to vibrators because most brands tickle her too much, even though dildos are more work. Her favorite one is a waterproof clear silicone one that she saves just for when she wants to take a bath or shower –– which is, for some reason, her favorite place to masturbate. Something about the steam and the atmosphere.

She’s proud of her toys, and even when she’s in a relationship with Ford, she won’t throw them away. They’re her babies –– in fact, she might even have names for some of them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tessa is not a tease. Not at all. She has very little patience when it comes to someone she actually likes. If she wants him, she’ll make it obvious and she’ll go for it. And as for being teased, she has a love/hate relationship with it because on one hand she’s getting the attention she wants, but on the other hand, god damn it, its not enough –– she wants more.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Taylor is, of course, loud. Not only is she loud, she’s vocal about everything she’s feeling too. She grunts when Tyler bottoms out, she swears when she’s close to the edge, and during particularly exhaustive romps where they’ve fucked more than once in one night, his name tends to blur into other words. And she’s always been this way –– uninhibited. She’s the roommate you never want to have because sometimes not even wearing headphones is enough to block her out. If you’ll recall, she’s got the lungs of a future broadway star. Her voice can pitch super high –– the shitty university dorm walls never stood a chance.

BONUS: Tessa gets… very complimenting in bed. Ford can expect a lot of “oh god, I love your cock! don’t stop!” during and after. She’s also opinionated and will easily give directions like, “go faster!” “harder!” etc. until it’s perfect and by then she can hardly speak, save for the gibberish that’s coming out of her mouth.

EXTRA BONUS: Fallon is quiet. She’s not a screamer, she’s not loud, but in contrast it’s intense and earth-shattering the way she comes. Her breathing deepens and stills and she makes these short keening gasps the closer she gets to orgasm. She’ll try to moan Graham’s name, but the sheer pleasure makes it impossible for her to get past the first three letters before her eyes are rolling to the back of her head and she’s coming for him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It had to happen. It’s not that she’s got a dirty mind (alright, she sort of does) but they work at a bagel shop, for Christ’s sake. It’d be criminal of them to not take advantage of the fact. One day Lauren proposes to Josh that they make a bagel with a hole big enough to fit his dick through because… Well, why not? All the tools (pun intended) are at their disposal, and they’ve got the whole place to themselves after they lock up. Even if he doesn’t agree, it was worth a shot to ask, and to see the look on his face.

And if he does agree? Well, she loves Bagels, and she loves Josh’s dick so… Best of both worlds.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Yeah, Jasey definitely has a piercing down there. Her clit is pierced, something she got done when she was 18 and wanted to do something wild. Her and her best friend got it done together and cheered each other on. Jasey swore up a storm when it was done, because she’s incredibly sensitive down there. It also was a very hard healing process for her because it got infected once, but she took care of it afterwards and now it’s all good. She also happens to not shave or wax, but trips the pubes when they get too long. Her hair is light brown and slightly coarse, and grows slowly. She has to do maintenance maybe every three weeks.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kaja’s sex drive has never been too high. She’s been called a prude many times simply because of it. Sex has just never been one of her primary, or even secondary interests. She’s also never met anyone where the connection between them has been electric. To be honest, her life has been pretty bland, as far as things go. She entirely expects for sex to be the same, even when others claim it’s this awesome, epic thing.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nat never really falls asleep after sex. Due to always having to be on the run and on the move, there’s never anytime to sleep, and even if there was, she usually never trusts people enough to fall asleep next to them. However, down the line with Nik, I can imagine that show of like… vulnerability almost where she’d finally allow herself to nod off? I don’t know if she’d tell him the significance of it, though.

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day6imagines · 7 years

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Broken Memories

[ jae ]

*requested

word count; 1.8k

genre; angst

summary - memories are brought back to the surface, causing old feelings to arise until something unexpected happens

the times we had together

our dear memories

- letting go

[ your pov ]

Your life for the past few months has been hectic, particularly with your career. You felt like you hadn’t even had the time to breathe. You would roll out of bed in the early hours of the morning to make it into the office, before flopping back into bed in the late hours of the night. You didn’t mind though, since you loved your job and you lived alone so it wasn’t like you had anything else.

Luckily, you managed to get a few days break from work and you decided to spend your time clearing out your small apartment. Although cleaning may seem like a boring way to spend some of your free time, you didn’t mind so much. You had to. Your place was a mess - not just stacks of papers, empty cups or clothes strewn on the floor - it was a proper mess. You just didn’t have the time to clean due to work, but now you had the opportunity. You had to have a proper clear out, get rid of stuff and clean thoroughly. You knew the rewarded feeling you would have once your home looked neat and tidy again.

You had plenty of time since you made plans to meet a friend for lunch later on that afternoon. You got changed into some old clothes and blasted music throughout your home before starting your task.

After dumping a lot of old stuff you didn’t use anymore, you decided to clear out some old boxes. You pulled them down from the very top of the bookcase in your room. You opened the lid of the biggest box, causing your heart to jump. There in the box was endless amount of memories. You and him. You and Jae.

You had a habit of collecting little tokens to keep as memories. The box contained old cinema tickets, plane tickets, notes Jae wrote to you, a few guitar picks and plenty of photographs. Some from when you were both very young to more recently. Some of the photographs were simple, mostly of each other. Others were pictures of when you both went places; ice skating, hiking, to the beach, carnivals, traveling et cetera. You didn’t feel upset when looking through the old box of memories.

Although yourself and Jae were no longer in contact, you didn’t end on bad terms. You both knew it would be difficult to continue dating once Jae debuted, sadly things just didn’t work out and it was easier for both of you to go separate ways and move on with your own lives.

It had been just a little over a year since you last saw Jae and you hoped everything was going well with him and his musical career. He deserved all of the success he got since you knew how hard working he was. You couldn’t help but think back on the days you shared with Jae. You had known him for years and looking at all of these memories brought back a lot of old feelings and friends. It wouldn’t be so bad if you sent him a message, would it? It would be nice to hear from him, even if it were only a little thing like, ‘how’re you keeping?’

You searched around your now clean room for your phone. Once you found it, you typed a message to Jae, just a simple message, seeing how he was and so on. You smiled contently to yourself after sending the message. Instead of feeling upset over Jae after finding the boxes, you felt peaceful and content.

Lunch time came around and you had your apartment looking clean and fresh. After you finished getting changed, you locked up your home and made it down the stairs and out into the city, making your way to meet your friend. You hadn’t yet heard back from Jae, but you smiled to yourself, reminiscing over the past few years of your young life you got to share with Jae. You were about to cross the pedestrian crossing as a car sped by, knocking you down. Everything happened too quickly and the car … it came out of no where. You couldn’t take anything in. There were people rushing about and the sound of sirens in the distance. You tried, tried so immensely hard to keep your eyes open but you just couldn’t. Everything went black.

[ jae’s pov ]

It had been yet another busy day at the studio, practicing for upcoming promotions. I enjoyed it though since I loved having music as an every day part of my life.

“Okay, let’s take a break,” Sungjin, the leader of our group announced, setting a pen down onto the large table you were all surrounding.

“Finallyyyy,” I sighed, spinning around in the chair before hopping up.

“D’you need me to pick you up anything when I’m out?” I announced, stretching my arms.

“I’m okay, where are you going? Don’t be too long we have to have something started on these songs by tonight,” Sungjin replied, opening the cap off a bottle of water.

“Just across the street to get some coffee, I’ll be like five minutes, seven minutes max,” I reassured him, picking up my jacket and shrugging it on.

Once I left the small studio I fished around my coats pocket for my phone to see if I had any missed calls. There was only one message. I furrowed my brows together in confusion since I didn’t recognised the number. As soon as I began reading through the lengthy message, I immediately realised it was Y/N. The number was new, explaining why I didn’t know who it was, I never deleted her number. I still had all of our old conversations on my phone. Her message brought a big smile to my face. Her caring side evident through out the message, probably one of the many reasons why I had fallen in love with her.

I missed her a lot and I regret not making the effort first to contact her after such a long time without seeing her. Instead of typing back, I clicked into her number and rang it as I walked into the coffee shop opposite the company building. As I stood in line in the small café, the number rang and rang - no answer. I decided to try ringing again, I couldn’t wait to hear her sweet, chirpy voice again. This time she picked up. The line was silent.

“Hello? Y/N?” I said into the phone, waiting to hear her voice.

“Hi… Jae, is it?” a male voice replied.

Who was this? Why was he answering Y/N’s phone. His voice was mundane and serious.

“Who is this?” I bitterly said, a frown on my face.

“I’m a doctor. Look, I am so very sorry to be the person who has to inform you but your friend has been in a terrible accident. You should get here as quick as you can. I am very sorry Sir -“ the doctor explained before I hung up.

I couldn’t listen to him for a second longer. He had to be wrong. Maybe it’s not Y/N. This could not be happening. I tried convincing myself but I still felt like everything around me was spinning. I snapped out of it once I heard the barista calling me repeatedly since I was next. I shook my head and ran out of the coffee shop.

I didn’t have time to go back to the studio or to call any of my band mates, I had to get to the hospital as quick as my legs could make it there. I ignored the looks of disapproval from strangers as I ran as fast as I could. I tried to calm my breathing by counting slowly but everything seemed pointless. My stomach felt like it was twisted at the thought of anything happening to my Y/N. Why didn’t I call her sooner? Talk to her more? Instead I shut her out, we both shut each other out, but I should have fought for her.

I burst through the hospital doors and into the main reception, searching frantically for a doctor. The moment I saw a man in a white medical coat, I ran over to him in tears begging him to let me know where Y/N was. He tried calming me down but I fell to the ground on my knees, shaking.

“Sir, I am so sorry, let us talk to you away from the reception, okay?” the doctor explained, helping me up off the floor.

I didn’t want to believe any of this … I just couldn’t. His voice seemed familiar, like the voice who answered off Y/N’s phone. The doctor led me to his office which was located on the same ward where Y/N was. I wiped at my eyes furiously, taking my glasses off. The doctor handed me tissues and offered me a cup of water which I declined with a shake of my head since I couldn’t muster up any words.

My throat felt sore and dry from all of the tears I had shed.

“Y/N was in an accident earlier on this afternoon. I spoke to you a while ago … on the phone. She was hit badly and the injuries she has endured are serious. I’m sorry but it is already too late. We tried our best to help her…” the doctor elucidated, a sorrowful expression on his face.

I shook my head repeatedly. No. He has to be lying. I tried to run down to see if I could find her but the doctor took hold of my arm, grip firm. He let me sit in his office by myself. I couldn’t comprehend any of this. It wasn’t fair. She can’t just be taken away from me like that. I wouldn’t allow it… my Y/N is now gone and I will never get the chance to tell her how I still feel about her. That I still, and forever will, love her.

I left shortly after, unable to stick being surrounded my doctors. It was raining but I didn’t take a taxi home. I walked aimlessly, ignoring the hundreds of missed calls and texts from my band mates. Nothing made sense. Saying I felt hurt was an understatement.

I flung my house’s door open before running up the stairs and into my bedroom. I pulled the box out from beneath my bed. It was a box Y/N and I had decided to make for the years we dated. The most beautiful and happy years of my life. It contained concert, movie and plane tickets, pictures and little notes. Tears fell from my eyes as I clutched the pieces of paper and photographs. My crying was uncontrollable as I searched for the one thing I aimed to find. The small box was hidden at the very bottom of the box. My hands were trembling as I picked up the small box and flicked it open to see the dainty engagement ring inside.

m a s t e r p o s t

#day6 #day6writersnet #day6network #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 jae #day6 young k #day6 sungjin #day6 dowoon #day6 wonpil #day6 jae scenario #day6 fanfic #day6 reactions #day6 masterlist #everyday6 #day6 sunrise

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glassrain83 · 5 years

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Dear Yuletide Writer

I am GlassRain on AO3, and thank you for writing for my tiny fandom(s)!

Any fic about these characters will be exciting. This is all just extra information to use if you want inspiration or guidance or specific prompts to think about.

Yes please: gay stuff, outer space, magic, microphilia. Non-con, dub-con, and mind control. Relationships where there’s a power imbalance but they also truly love each other and do the work to make it good. Identity porn or any other kind of reveal where the audience knows something and gets to enjoy watching the characters figure it out.

No thanks: Gore/body horror/graphic depictions of violence, embarrassment, extreme underage (teenage sex is fine), bodily fluids (except the usual ones for sex scenes), non-canon character death, mundane AUs.

Mini-challenges: Yuleporn, Make The Yuletide Gay, canon trans/nb relationships

Fandoms:

Doctrine of Labyrinths - Sarah Monette

Characters: Felix, Mildmay

The Doctrine of Labyrinths is a series of fantasy novels by Sarah Monette. It is set in the secondary world of Meduse and tells the story of the adventures of the wizard Felix Harrowgate and his half-brother, former assassin Mildmay the Fox.

Lush fantasy melodrama full of codependence and great hurt/comfort. I’ve read the whole thing by now, so spoilers are welcome.

Prompts:

Sci-fi/cyberpunk AU. Make the hocuses into hackers, the magical curses into corrupted cybernetics, the petty thieves into data pirates. Write this version of some event from Melusine, or use the AU to give the course of the plot a new twist.

Missing scene from Felix and Mildmay’s journey across the continent in book 1, something where Felix has a bad turn and Mildmay successfully calms him down. Just lean all the way into the h/c in their weird-but-deep sibling bond.

This is one fandom where I would love some guilty frantic brothercest. (During a time in canon when they’re both mentally capable of consenting.) Especially if it’s already an ongoing situation when the story starts, so it’s not a story about how they fell into it but about how they can’t seem to get out.

The Good Place (TV)

Characters: Tahani Al-Jamil

The series focuses on Eleanor Shellstrop, a woman who wakes up in the afterlife and is introduced by Michael to “The Good Place”, a highly selective Heaven-like utopia he designed, as a reward for her righteous life. She realizes that she was sent there by mistake and must hide her morally imperfect behavior and try to become a better, more ethical person.

Ongoing TV fantasy sitcom. The final season will have ended by reveals, and spoilers for all of it will be welcome. I don’t ship Tahani with any of the male characters, but would love either gen or f/f.

Prompts:

AU where Tahani was the one who was “mixed up” with a different “Tahani Al-Jamil”. Where is she placed instead of a creepy clown house? How does she cope? How does Vicky (or whoever) craft the role of her most torturously-unsuitable soulmate?

Kidfic about the terrible family dynamics in Tahani’s childhood. Especially things that her POV frames as happy, or fine, or at least justified...but the reader can tell how much it’s not.

Friendship fic with Eleanor and Tahani during their time on Earth. They couldn’t possibly know each other for a whole year without bonding.

Leif & Thorn (Webcomic)

Characters: Any

Leif is a gardener in thrall to a mysterious debt, serving his native Sønheim at a foreign embassy. Thorn is a Knight of Ceannis who got severely burned while dragonslaying, and was rewarded with a cushy job guarding the embassy gates. Thorn doesn’t speak Leif’s language too well at first — but as they get to know each other, he finds a lot of reasons to learn.

Ongoing fantasy dramedy, with a cross-cultural romance and a great ensemble cast. (Read it here.) Leif/Thorn is canon. I’d love fic about them, and/or any romance (canon or not) that doesn’t break them up, and/or gen about anyone else.

Prompts:

Violet’s participation in fandom on the magic-crystal-internet. And maybe off of it, if a convention comes to town. What is magical-crystal-Yuletide like? Which series have split fandoms over badly-translated Ceannic-language dubs? Who else in the cast loves Violet’s fic without realizing she’s the one behind the pseudonym?

Something sexy from the “Thorn studied magic” AU, where Thorn uses his powers to suppress the consent-subverting functions of Leif’s microchip.

Canon divergence AU where Thorn joined the Secret Order of Monster Hunters instead of the knights. Does he sneak back to check on Leif later, Batman-style? Or just straight-up steal Leif in the moment? How does Agent Delphinium feel about all this?

Holiday fic where Leif and Thorn share their traditions with each other. Warmth and fluffiness a plus.

Tender, loving, slow-and-thorough Thorn/Kale -- with Leif’s permission and/or participation. In which Thorn notices how touch-starved Kale is and makes every effort to rectify that for him.

Jeeves & Wooster

Characters: Jeeves, Wooster

Bertram Wooster, a well-intentioned, wealthy layabout, has a habit of getting himself into trouble and it's up to his brilliant valet, Jeeves, to get him out.

Completed TV adaptation of the books by P.G. Wodehouse, starring Hugh Laurie as Wooster and Stephen Fry as Jeeves. I’ll take gen or m/m between the two of of them.

Prompts:

Magical AU where they’re supernatural creatures -- fae, elves, angels, demons, nature spirits, things in that category -- and still manage to have the same dynamic, over much more ethereal problems.

Role-swap where Jeeves is a smart-but-disaffected member of the idle rich, and Bertie is a fanciful valet. Problems are solved by a mix of Bertie’s own talents and his ability to inspire Jeeves into thinking harder.

Bertie discovers the fandom for his published writing. This can be a modern AU if you want to get the internet into it.

#yuletide #yuletide letter #webcomics #doctrine of labyrinths #the good place #jeeves and wooster #Leif & Thorn

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four-loose-screws · 7 years

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Inigo in the Japanese, Revisited!

So, after a bit more searching, I decided that I’m not satisfied with my Inigo post.

Why?

Well, turns out… the change is all in his VOICE ACTING! Oh. Well, I feel silly. Guess I should have been playing my games with headphones instead of just turning down the volume in public.

He sounds like the fool always failing with the ladies for comedic effect in the Japanese, but his English voice actually sounds smooth and attractive.

This isn’t really something I need to write about, since the differences are obvious to most anyone who can hear. Check out the differences in his voice acting for yourself if you wish. Coping and pasting ファイアーエムブレム　アズール into YouTube search and clicking on anything that looks like one of his support conversations should be easy enough. 支援会話 is support conversation.

…But if you ignore the voice acting, like I mostly have, his character is pretty much intact.

If you want the short version, this is about as far as you need to go.

However, since I love to be thorough, here’s a breakdown of the changes in his supports…

An overall note I’d like to make is, pretty much any time in the localization he mentions having something other than tea when going out with a girl, it’s a change.

Note: I’m focusing on changes in Inigo’s lines here. Changes in the other characters are largely ignored. (They are nothing conversation changing anyway.)

Brady

Nothing to mention.

Kjelle

Inigo’s first line in A is much more desperate.

Japanese:

[アズール]

たのもー！　たのもー！ (I’m begging you! I’m begging you!) デジェル、また挑戦しに来たよ～！▼ (Kjelle, come challenge me again!) 今日こそは、(Today’s the day) 一本取ってみせるからねぇ！▼ (I’ll show you that I can win once!)

Vs localization:

Inigo: I hope you're ready, Kjelle! Today's the day. I can feel it!

In S, Inigo doesn’t make a sexual reference to Kjelle’s “heart area” and just asks “Huh? Your heart?”

Cynthia

Inigo is so much more vulnerable in the Japanese than the localization in this line from the C support:

Japanese:

[アズール]

うん、そうだよ～。(Yeah, you’re right.) 僕は今とっても落ち込んでるんだ…▼ (I’m really depressed right now…) あんなに怒られて恥ずかしい… (It’s really embarrassing to get told off like that…) もう僕の心は傷だらけだよ…▼ (My heart is covered in scars…) だから、しばらく (So please) そっとしておいてくれないかな…▼ (leave me alone for a while…)

Vs localization:

Inigo: Actually, she was GORGEOUS! And for such a beautiful young creature, she certainly packed a mean left hook... I think I just need some time alone. ...Well, that and some ice.

We never know exactly what Cynthia gets from her admirers in the Japanese, she just always says “sweets.”

The last line of the S adds a sentence at the end.

[アズール]

ご、ごめんよ、シンシア～！ (S-Sorry, Cynthia~!) でも一番なのは君だからさ～～！！！▼ (But you are my number one~~!!)

Vs localization: Inigo: Sorry, my love! You'll always be my number one! But there are so many other lovely numbers out there!

Not that conversation changing, but still noteworthy for the slight tone change.

F!Morgan

There’s this difference in A…

Japanese:

[アズール]

………▼

[マーク]

…アズールさん？▼ (…Inigo?)

[アズール]

…やられた。(…I was deceived.)

運がいいどころじゃないよ…▼ (My luck isn’t good at all…)

Vs localization:

Inigo: Oh, yes. It turned me around a full 360 degrees!

Morgan: Oh, that's great! ...Wait, no it isn't. That's not great at all!

Inigo: Ha! That isn't the half of it. I only WISH I'd come full circle to when we went out.

In the S Support, Inigo doesn’t say that Morgan’s plan is creepy. Also, Morgan’s last line is just her wishing their relationship the best with a “yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” No mentions of another expensive dinner, which I’m sure delighted Inigo’s wallet!

Nah

Girls really like being violent with Inigo in the localization, but not in the Japanese – in C, Nah doesn’t say that he normally gets punched in the face, she just notes that he’s not out with anyone today. When he says that he only approaches girls who look like they will say yes, she just tells him he’s lying. Instead of saying that they get violent, she says the get angry in the Japanese.

From the end of B, this line of Inigo’s is different…

Japanese: 良い子は大人しく (Now be a good, obedient girl,) 自分のお部屋に戻って寝ていなさい。 (and go back to your room and sleep.)

Vs. localization: Now why don't you run along and see if Uncle Chrom will read you a bedtime story?

In the A support, Inigo says that, when Nah’s transformation nearly scared him to death, he saw his dead parents, not any girls in black.

In S, instead of joking that Nah looks old and wrinkly, Inigo says that she looks cheerful and beautiful.

Father Support

Lots of stuff about Inigo picking up girls and sexual jokes were much more toned down in the Japanese…

[クロム]

もうすぐ行軍の時間だ。(It’s almost time to march.) 仕方ないだろう。▼ (It can’t be helped.) 時間を忘れてナンパをしていた (For forgetting the time and picking up women,) お前が悪い。▼ (you are in the wrong.)

[アズール]

あ、そうだったね。ごめんなさーい。(Oh, that’s right. I’m soooorry.) よーし、今日もいっちょ頑張るかぁー！▼ (Alright, I’ll do my best today, too!)

Vs localization: Chrom: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Here’s another example…

絶望に支配されていたという未来から (You come from a future dominated by despair,) 来た割には、悩みが無さそうというか…▼ (but don’t seem to have many worries…) ルキナが持っている (Lucina has) 強い使命感や決意のようなものが、▼ (a strong sense of duty and determination,) お前からは微塵も感じられないというか…▼(but I don’t feel even a little bit of that coming off of you…)

Vs. localization: Chrom: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't have any of that purpose.

And another…

えへへ。そりゃもちろん、(Eh he he. Of course,) 大勢の女の子たちにモテることだよー！▼ (it’s to be popular with lots of girls!)

Vs localization: Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!

Olivia (mother)

Nothing to mention.

Noire

In their B Support, Inigo never says he’s going to the market, he’s just wondering where he’s going to go to find girls today, then, Noire asks him “you’re picking up girls again?”

In S, Noire doesn’t say that Inigo flirted with a sign in front of a baker’s shop. She just says that it seems he only asks out those who aren’t friends. Also, he doesn’t ask her to marry him, rather, to go out for tea as bf/gf.

Lucina

First line of C…

あのさ、ルキナ。▼ (Hey, Lucina.)

ルキナは未来にいた時から (Ever since you were in the future,)

厳しい表情をすることが多いよね。▼ (you’ve often had a rigid expression.)

Vs. localization: Inigo: Lucina! Wait! Hold up one second. ...Aw, what, no smile for old Inigo? There's a shocker.

M!Robin

As usual, the localization adds a bit to the conversation, this bit is from B…

食事の後、(After the meal,) お茶に誘おうと思ったんですが…▼ (I decided to ask her out for tea, but…) 突然『おう、待たせたな』とか言って、(suddenly, someone said “Hey, sorry to make you wait), たくましい体つきの彼氏が現れて…▼(and a buff guy appeared…)

Vs localization: Inigo: Well, we both finished eating, but right before I turn on the ol' Inigo charm... This huge knight lumbers up and gives me the stink eye! Well, actually he started yelling in some weird language and waving a sword around. But that's close enough to the stink eye where I come from.

“I just hope he doesn't end up on the end of a lance one day...” – This line from Robin at the end of B was completely added in the localization.

From A. Another story from Inigo that was a bit different in the localization:

[アズール]

それが…話の途中、軽い気持ちで (Well… during our conversation, in a lighthearted manner,) 『君ってスタイルもいいよね』って▼ (I said “And you have a great body!) 褒めてあげたら、(and praised her,) なぜか怒られちゃって…▼(and she got angry for some reason…) 僕も一生懸命、(With all my might,) 謝ったんですけど…▼(I apologized, but…) 『料理じゃなくて体が目的だったの！？』(“Your intention was my body, not my cooking!?”) と言って、厨房に引っ込んでしまいました…▼(She said, and withdrew to the kitchen…) …どうして怒っちゃったんでしょう？(…Why do you think she got angry?) 僕、褒めたつもりなのに…▼(Even though I praised her…)

Vs. localization: Inigo: Well, at one point I mentioned how smokin' hot she was. Innocent compliment, right? Apparently not, because boy, was she mad! I apologized right away, but she wouldn't have it. She said I was more interested in her body than her food. Then she said she'd rather sleep in an iron maiden than talk to me again! ...Er, and she may have also mentioned something about a chastity belt.

F!Robin, Severa, Gerome, Owain, Lucina

I’ve done complete translations of all of these! I’ve posted all the links below, so check out them for yourself…

F!Robin x Inigo: C Support – B Support – A Support – S Support

Severa x Inigo: C Support – B Support – A Support – S Support

Gerome x Inigo: C Support – B Support – A Support

Owain x Inigo: C Support – B Support – A Support

Lucina x Inigo: C Support – B Support – A Support – S Support

#inigo #azure #fire emblem #awakening #nintendo #3ds #2ds #japan #japanese #translation #localization #support conversation

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sumergosuigeneris · 5 years

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March 10, 2019

Sometimes I get fucked up by twitter. I follow black twitter, grad school shit, and sci shit. So there are times when I see people that remind me of hurts. There’s one that I want to support, she’s kind of famous in the black sci community, but I can’t. I don’t exactly know why. I *think* I had an interaction with her when I worked for the old boss, which was negative. But I’m not sure if I am misremembering, or making things up in my head. I remember being excited by her, and trying to get her involved in *something*. Wanting to get her involved. But I don’t remember if I ever got permission to talk to her. I feel like I vaguely remember having an email exchange or a phone call, and she had an attitude. Like why would she want to be involved in whatever I was talking to her about? Or maybe I was trying to get her to talk to the old boss, and she had no desire? I don’t know right now what it was but I can’t get the taste out of my mouth.

And the lady who was someone I looked up to, but tried to get my fired b/c she was mad at my old boss? She’s involved with some of the other black scientists I admire, so I feel like a) I couldn’t talk to them, in case we crossed paths again, and b) I couldn’t ever get the hurt out of my heart and so they’re all tainted by her. Including someone I went to undergrad with.

It’s sad. And it’s on me. But right now, for the last couple years at least, it is what it is.

Also, I really need to stop following grad school/grad school sci twitter.

I got down these rabbit holes. People get offended over things that I try to understand why, because on the surface I don’t agree. And then I understand, and try to convince myself that theirs are right for all. Sometimes it’s true, and sometimes it’s really just true for some people, and shouldn’t be put on all people. Like today, I found a whole thing about why calling certain people ‘female’ instead of ‘women’ is insulting. I try to see the logic, I sort of get it, but I just can’t make myself agree.

Yesterday, I started thinking about the english language (b/c I was doing my language stuff) and how male forms are used to encompass male plus female. Like, in my words, three guys is guys. Three women is girls. And a group of men and women, is still guys. And I know that the people who want to get rid of all that are right in pointing out the patriarchal, misogynisticness of it all. And of course, the spectrum of gender needs to be acknowledged and respected. But part of me just doesn’t see a reason to change, if the words I use are known to refer to a bunch of people, not just specific people. Or like folks vs. folkx. Folks doesn’t have a particular gender, so why does it need to be changed? But I also suspect that part of my problem with this all, might harken back to an earlier age when I was quite the ‘grammar knotsy.’ Language is maleable and fluid and I need to get over myself.

I will stand my ground about one thing. There are some words or phrases that offensive to some, but inoffensive to a lot of others (within a particular group, not referring to the ‘mainstream’). If I don’t find it offensive, or know people that find it offensive, I think that outside of people who I know it offends, it shouldn’t be a big deal if I use it. Case in point: female. If I know you find it offensive, I won’t use it about you or around you. But that’s it. For now. Maybe I’ll be open to changing my mind later.

Still not sure where I”m at on the Jussie thing. Chicago police are KNOWN to be heinous.

I lost my toothpaste cap. Until/unless I find a replacement, this tube’s experiment is over.

I finished my levar book. It was okay. Then I went for a walk. I think my spot list updated incorrectly or something? Songs I definitely deleted are there. Aggravating as fuck.

Then, there’s the fact that I found a stray dog. The stray dog was on the beach. The beach is sand and ice. I spent a lot of time trying to find some help. Now, at one point a bike rider comes up close. He had to have heard me talking to the dog about trying to get her (I think) help. Yet, I’m pretty sure he called someone else for help. And didn’t say anything to me. Like, what the fuck? It felt like he was being sexist, totally erasing my existence and efforts.

I tried to build some trust and/or follow the dog to see if there was a human. That is a tricky tricky dog. But in the end, the dog had plenty of opportunity to approach a number of humans for help, and yet avoided us all. I have to believe in the dog’s ability to take care of itself. But I worry. And after trying to ascertain whether or not animal control is no-kill, I called and reported her. I did point out she was very avoidant, so that they could make a judgement call with all the info.

As I was walking back, I saw a number of people streaming into the park clubhouse. A lady crossing the street talked to me. She told me there was a free concert. I ended up going for a bit. Good/decent symphony orchestra. Interesting pieces - a Finnish composer I’d never heard of before. I wanted to thank her, but the crowd was big. I did end up seeing her and she was happy that I was there. She gave me a kiss and a bit of a hug. It made me feel so happy. And weird - I don’t get kisses often, so when I do, my cheek(s) always hold onto the sensation for a while. Touch-starved maybe? The patheticness of it all makes me emotional.

I worked my butt off in the last hour+ to make sure I was in the top 10. I got up to 5 or 6 and did the math - unless all of them busted ass, I’d stay in the 10. Yup. Ended 6. Not sure if that’s what I had been, or someone else had a last push, but go me. It’s nice to know I didn’t quit on something.

It really sucks going for a long walk in the wrong pants or the wrong socks or the wrong shoes.

Watching cbs for god’s my friend, and they’re doing women’s history psas. Girl. They were all people of color!!!!! It’s so great when major corporations recognize that there are more than just white women (or men) making contributions in this world.

Started Eureka again, so I can veg out. Mostly not paying attention, until the end of Season 1 Episode 5. Allison and Jack were really getting their flirt on, and then it went bizonkers. I think it’s because of the part of the episode where Jack for reals almost died. If Carl hadn’t saved him with the help of the artifact, I don’t think he could have been saved. And in the last season Allison kept getting cold feet b/c she was afraid of him dying, so it makes sense that she pulled back after this episode. And they did have the convo re: fear at the end, so I think that for 4 (years?) she was just scared. Nathan was safe, not just b/c she had a past with him (and thus knew the good and bad and the risks and rewards), but also b/c until the end of his tenure, he was never ever in dangerous situations - he always sent Jack. But also, the ridiculousness of the guy always having to initiate. As someone who’s been in the weird position once or twice, and even without that experience, I really feel for guys. They’re the ones mostly taking chances and risking their hearts and pride.

From a st post on the blr, I started looking up some st female stuff, and almost had my heart ripped out. They threatened, like seriously, to kick Marina Sirtis off the last TNG movie?!?!?! I used to read some of the magazines for a while, but never got into following any shows or movies or music or whatever, behind the scenes, on the internet, so the shit I have found out at such a late date. For the record, Troi’s character (and really this applies to most female characters for most ST series) was one of the weaker characters due to the writers not writing up to her potential - because she was a woman, and because most of the writers were guys. Sirtis (and the other chicks) did the best with what she was given. I mean, like most female characters in other shows for a long time, Troi was frequently violated. They just had their rape fantasies as mental violation vs. the usual physical. There was some sexist as hell shit going on, even at ST. And not that it’s all, or possibly even mostly, Rick Berman’s fault, I’m gonna lay at least a portion of it at his feet. Fuck Rick Berman. I hate that man, like some people hate their rival sports teams. But with more venom and less sportsmanship.

Yeah, I got sucked into some crazy, old st shit. Oh boy. I’m not sure if missing all this as a child was good or bad. But it is illustrative of my inability to find the interesting shit online.

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